The Bad Apple Poem
written at the age of 18
*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*
Hi grandpa it's me again,
Your retainer is old and sits in an open glass.
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes,
moments before she said her final goodbye.
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she does not want you to cry.
Hi grandpa, it’s me again.
The rocking chair is old and dusty.
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
She read me a story before I took a nap.
She enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands.
I love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until the age of four.
I stored your hearing aid away.
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma drawer?
I opened it last night, just to watch the ballerina dance.
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved inside that box.
I hope you don’t mind I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.
I love grandma’s picture frame.
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa I miss the things grandmother would do for you.
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your back needed the support.
It keeps you in balance, for those long hikes in the woods that I enjoyed.
Hello grandpa, it's me again.
Here I sit holding your hand.
I have no more tears.
Soon you will see grandma again.
Please tell her hi, and I cannot wait until the day I die.
Bye bye grandpa
Give grandma a kiss for me.
sadly ---> by;PD