Missing You

As I stood in the dark room Filled with grief, Memories of air shows, homemade cookies, and “fun” Flushed my mind I kept telling myself, “It’s not my grandpa..Is it?” Then I realized, from all the tears and suffering, It was my grandpa. I had so much fun with my grandpa I didn’t believe what I was about to accept. As the hospital machines beeped, There was a new tear shed. The grief from my grandma passing on, Still pain in my heart. Now it’s my grandfather suffering. It was the last time I was going to see him, And I knew it. As I walked up to my weary grandfather And the wobbly hospital bed I cried. Knowing exactly what to say I reached out with comforting hands Grasped my grandpa with a tight squeeze And said I love you for the last time.