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 | Year Posted 2010
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2015
3 Monarch butterflies, her spirit still lives on
3 Monarch butterflies show me she’s not really gone
3 Monarch butterflies flying through the wind
To take me back to somber days where she speaks to me again
I’ll always remember
The things she has taught me
About being glorious
To live for the sake of being
To be kind and generous
And say no ill to anyone
The last time that I spoke to her
She was laughing and humming a song
The days that she followed me on
And spent time building me up
Telling me how to paint the sun
And laugh, looking back on every step
The times her and grandpa too
Would watch me as I went to the park
And looked down from the rocket ship
And smile at their waving arms
The times she’d take me to places
And comment on the beauty of every scene
She’d tell me “There’s beauty everywhere
There’s beauty in everything.”
When I saw her in the hospital, she smiled as I walked in
I sat down beside her bed, and began to hold her hand
She was in such critical pain but her smile never dimmed
I showed her a picture of her wedding day
She said “That’s my husband, I can’t wait to see him.”
3 monarch butterflies were hatched the minute she passed away
We were waiting days for cocoons to hatch and the butterflies to be set free
i got home from the hospital and was sitting on my porch
I saw a monarch butterfly flying close to me
To me it seemed to symbolize
That she was well and at peace
Copyright © James Black | Year Posted 2016
Missing you Grandpa, all of us do
looking at grandma and how much she loved you
since you been gone ,our lives has truly changed
want to pick the phone and call ,but you are no where in range
Missing you Grandpa, its hard to explain
wishing you were here just to laugh with you again
Since you been gone no ones caught a bumble bee
and didnt get stung.No ones fixed a butterfly wing by the
flick of a thumb. No one cutt trees and been in your shed
no ones sharpened pincels , so sharp that were low on led.
No one fixed things that was about to be trash
no ones fixed them up so that they would last.
Missing you Grandpa , really we do
your in our hearts and without you it hard to get
through. I miss your smile and your jokes,your food
and your songs. When we were sad you made sure nothing was wrong.
Missing you grandpa,and you watching the Cubs play baseball
hogging the t.v with news and sports , the trips we took those times to New York.
I miss you grandpa and all that you where ,without you Grandpa our hearts will remain sore
You see we love you so much and just cant let you go and miss you so much its hard to
control.In your memory we try to push on, but still cant forget the
fact that your gone.
Missing you grandpa,and forever we will
Thankyou so much for making each and everyone of us a Hill.
Copyright © Lawanda Davis | Year Posted 2015
Our Last Song
As a little girl:
my grandpa.. would
take me to Ruby Tuesday’s..
there we would share two straw’s
as he slurped
and I sipped a Shirley Temple..
for me he would always ask
the bartender to bring a bowl
brimful of cherries so I could eat them on my own..
“Isn't she the cutest little thing?” he would say
to the bartender, who smiled and nodded,
and continued pouring more gentleman there glasses of
wine, or whisky.
the cubes of ice would stir in my glass cup
that became too cold for my little palms to
touch.. so he would wrap napkins around
the glass.. so we could spend eternity- right there
at that little table.
while we waited for our food to come,
mine always being a peanut-butter and
strawberry jelly Sandwich.. although it was
simple and could be made at home-
he never questioned it.. he only smiled.
his bear hugs.. they still
remain.. the cozy feeling
of being in his arm’s was a reassuring moment
I could never forget.
We hummed “Let it Be, by John Lennon.”
he always sang the low parts…
with his deep baritone voice.
and my verse was always,
“And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me.
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.”
my soft sound was melodic.. and touching when we both sang together in harmony.
strumming the chords of peace
while we sang together.
and forevermore my grandpa..
who always used a maine accent..
and wore a smile of glee upon his face…
who loved me unconditionally..
like no love I had ever known;
will always be in my memories..
from one kindred spirit to another
I know my message to you grandpa..
will ring thru your ear’s in the chords
of our last song.
Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2017
the room was dark and empty
other than a floor lamp.
other than a window leaking dusk,
there was no light.
the walls were slate
like hopsital waiting rooms.
i stood there,
then, i saw him.
looking just as i remembered him last.
healthy, loving, alive.
i ran up to him,
"i can't believe it's you"
with my arms reaching out,
"i can't believe it's you"
he tried telling me
all i can remember is how he told me
to tell my mother
it was as if the world picked up speed
and all his words were in half time.
everything was moving so fast
i couldn't make his visit last.
how i wish i could remember
what he said deep in my slumber,
maybe he could have lived through me.
it all ended so soon,
i was barely able to catch my breath
before old papa went home to death.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016
two months ago I bought myself
it was a water resistant Casio.
it wasn't expensive, just your
standard price of twenty dollars.
I put it on my wrist and felt a
small surge of pride run through
I remember my grandfather leaving
to work and the last thing he'd
put on was his Casio.
it was the watch of a hard
I never did bother to read
the instructions that came
with the watch and I suppose this
is why I thought my watch was
the metal band was loose and
it swirled around my wrist like
a ring toss.
I was positive I'd have to take
it in for repair.
two months later, I realized the
band had a clasp that could
be adjusted and I fixed my watch
before the life of my Casio
ran out of time.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016