For my grandfather.
I can see you sometimes
though you are not here
I see your smile
that day when I was nine
and you told a dirty
joke to a passing stranger
while we went for a walk.
I did not understand
but you smiled
and the stranger laughed
so I laughed too
and I have never forgotten
Some days I wish
I could see it
I mean really see it
not that my minds eye
doesn't do a good job
I just know that if I could
really see it
that means I could
reach my arms around you
and feel your stubble against my cheek
It would be a long hug
and there would be tears
and then I am sure you would quickly
turn them to laughter
but I cannot wrap my arms around you
I cannot feel your stubble against my cheek
all I can do is remember
remember your smile
remember your jokes
remember you in your old jeans and older t-shirt
swinging on the back swing
or dozing in the living room with your head back
and mouth open
Sometimes I look at your chair
at the dinner table
and imagine you in it
and you look back at me
with that look you always had
that said I love you
I care about you
I am proud of you
and then you fade
and someone else
here with us in this life
takes your place
can anyone take your place?
can anyone fill your old black loafers?
I suppose not
but they can at least sit in your chair
we can all remember
Copyright © Brady Perkins
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.
Copyright © Mac McGovern
Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.
St. Stephen’s college
Copyright © Suyash Saxena
As I go through my day, they are by my side,
Following me, watching me and also being my guide.
These are the angels of my loved ones that passed,
When I know their near me, I want this feeling to last.
I never had much family, separated by distance,
Sometimes I felt like my world was of non-existence.
The few I loved so much and held so dear,
My grandfather, grandmother and father are no longer here.
But when I smell my dads cologne or hear grandmas voice in my ears,
I hold in my heart their near me and it rids me of fears.
I certainly must say there is not a day that goes by,
That I do not think of them and softly cry.
I always pray that they will visit me while I sleep,
Dreaming of them is a wonderful feeling that goes so deep.
I'll miss you everyday until I am no longer on earth,
When I see you all again, it will be like a rebirth.
Copyright © Debra Baviello
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
Copyright © Yours Truly
Standing there alone at the graveyard
Calling yearning memories of the past
Can't stop his tears , that's truly hard
She has gone , What a dote didn't last!
Shrouded by thoughts , downcast eye
Her voice is still beating in his ear
She was singing like a bird under the clear sky
When he played harp and waterfall was near
Can't forget these hoary promises to be together
On good and bad , To make love their guide
He just wanna say he will be loyal forever
Until his soul meets her on the other side
By: A. Badr
Copyright © Ahmed badr
The Aged Youthful Gentleman
He rested in a wooden chair-his good times almost had,
The aged youthful gentleman-the father of my dad.
He uttered rarely a word if it weren't amusing or wise,
The aged youthful gentleman dealt not with waste nor lies.
And he was my shelter, security and pride,
He lives on still within me tho' some do swear he died.
He was abundantly gifted with story and catchy rhyme,
The aged youthful gentle man who carried not a dime.
His only luxury in life was kept in an old tin chest,
A shot of 'fer me heart' brandy each eve before his rest,
The remainder of his income helped fill plenty of need,
For a son who'd a sickly wife and 8 wee mouths to feed.
I suspect he's traded that old wooden chair for a jewelled throne,
The aged youthful gentleman who made his house our home.
Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis