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A Song For Grandma

I went to visit Grandpa at the Old Folks Home.
I found him in his room all alone,
He was strumming his guitarthe way he Use to do.
Singing  a song for Grandma,
that made me feel so blue.
 
He said I miss your style, 
I miss your smile.
I miss the things we used to do.
I miss holding your hand, being your man,
But most of all Grandma I miss you.
 
He didn’t hear me speak, 
a tear rolled down his cheek,
I could tell he really wasn’t there.
He was looking at her picture, 
his mind was far away,
he kissed it and then I heard him say.
 
I miss your style, 
I miss your smile,
I miss the things we used to do.
I miss holding your hand, being your man,
But most of all Grandma I miss you.
 
I had to walk away, 
I didn’t know what to say,
I could see that he was hurting too.
Grandma passed away a year ago today,
and I cried when I heard my Grandpa say.
 
I miss your style, 
I miss your smile,
I miss the things we used to do.
I miss holding your hand, being your man,
but most of all Grandma I miss you.


<<< Cal Bambi "The word artist" ©riginal >>>
                  I paint pictures with words.
 
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Valsa George July 7, 2022 at 9:39 PM In old age, the husband and wife act as support and prop to each other. Children when once grown up, will move away. It is something anticipated and the parents accept it. But of the two, if one leaves early, the other will feel miserable. The same is the feeling that depresses your grandpa. This is a heart rending poem dear Word artist ! Cal Bambi The Word Artist July 8, 2022 at 4:57 AM Thank you Valsa for your comments. The song has nothing to do with me personally. As I am known as the Word Artist it is another painting of how I see people dealing with life and death.