Grandpa's Last Wish

I wished that your last moments were to be the best that you had saved for the last you were barely old but the gold in you kept streaming you liked to dress in suits like the gentleness that trailed before you it would take a miracle to see your smile fade but just as firm the monument so was the canon I watched dad neel besides you his feet afixed to the cemented floor the door to the room slightly opened my emty eyes creeping between the wooden fissures a mute cry, a melting ice you opened your mouth only that words had died long before I could tell it was a goodbye entangled within the 'g' sounds and I new that the time had come the concrete roofs couldn't keep off the angel of death who abreastly trailed unoticed I ran to your death bed and hugged you fulfiling your final wishes and I felt your skin cold - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11769296-grandpas-last-wish-by-kizocarson#sthash.ADHdXPT2.P1iZ3aj6.dpuf