My Granddad

I knew a man who was afraid,when he looked at you, with his pain,
hoped that he might scare you away,
he was afraid you would take him back to a place,
that for twenty five years of his life, he had to stay
he never hurt anyone  but they were afraid he would someday
they had no doctors to talk too. or medicine to keep nightmares away
that’s what they did to anyone else in those days

He had a grand home a family and a big heart
and believed that this time in his life, was a good start
he lost everything he owned when the stock market crashed
when they had both came apart, the pendulum lost it's sway
A bully on the bus saw you in dismay and ripped you apart
and with a knife he drew and aimed for your heart,
but the crowd on the bus, all knew him, and it was his say,
and for twenty five years of your life,
you were taken away

Those people in the crowd, should have been honest and nice
they had an innocent frightened, saddened man, punished twice
who for twenty five years, the only way to wake him
was a bath tub full of cold water, and ice

he had amazing skills with his hands as he drew 
but he saw a little too much of everything else, too
he did not like me when we first met, his room was a sanctuary
he built by hand and his sweat, so he would forget
the twenty five years of his life taken, and he has never hurt anyone yet

he had a little sports car he loved, but grandmother hated it
when they went out for a drive it always, got towed home
his mechanic was a cheat, and the price for repairs was very steep
I helped fix his car, we had saved it. it was his now forever to keep it
we became best of friends, and we both shared together our secrets

A man who I was once so afraid of, became a person in my life, 
that I still love, and he’s been gone, for many a night so for now
he is someone I am  always thinking of and remembering him, right now, 
I cry, but I am not sad I will see him again, and in the end,
the first person I would love to see, if possible to be, in heaven,
is my granddad,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Jones Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 4:08 AM
It is good to have influential people in our lives. This is a fine tribute. Everyone has their story and it is not always the one people think when they have limited knowledge. The sense of loss is an awful feeling. Kind regards, Ian
Ferguson Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 5:28 AM
thank you Ian, we all need a mentor it is who we pick is important, I still miss him,
Nau Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 2:34 AM
What an amazing tribute to your grandfather! This is also a family legacy to other family members. They get to see your grandfather through your eyes. Those are some amazing eyes! EXCELLENT!
Nau Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 4:04 AM
Ha! No one said..."Where is my ticket?"
Ferguson Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 2:48 AM
that is a nice thing to say I still miss him I don't know if anyone in my family has read it I told them they have to come here if they wanted to, :)
Scott Avatar
August 13, 2015 at 5:58 PM
Beautiful write Cynthia!!!
Ferguson Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 2:50 AM
I cried writing that one I still do when I reread it thank you Yolanda
Schack Avatar
August 13, 2015 at 5:27 PM
to ms. cynthia ferguson.i'm daniel schack.loved your grandpa poem. men have it harder in some ways and ladies in other ways.in some ways us guys are more scared of females than females are of males. life can be brutal for all of us. please look at my poems on poetrysoup.com and my art on tumblr.com under adanthemanworld and under daniel schack. i'd love your opinion.bless you.beautiful piece. daniel schack.
Ferguson Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 3:06 AM
well I am scared of everyone:) men should not be taken for granted every woman appreciates them more than you think, I like westerns and war movies, I loved watching saving private Ryan, you really see how real men live, sure I will come visit I am in transition and moving in the next month but I will be around to read your poems looking forward
Johnson Avatar
August 13, 2015 at 3:24 PM
Thank you Cynthia for sharing this sad poem about a granddad. It's great how relationships can be mended and built up for a lasting if not eternal memory. Such 'writes' as yours help to build bonds of eternal values. Curtis.
Ferguson Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 2:59 AM
he was my best friend and the best person I ever got to know it ws an honor to have known him,
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
November 10, 2014 at 7:46 PM
I lost mine while I was overseas and still miss him. Grand dads are so special. He'd be proud of this poem.
Ferguson Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 3:08 AM
they are! they are all so special in there own way, I still miss him sorry to hear you were not there for him but he knows you would have been if you could have
Ioane Avatar
May 8, 2014 at 7:08 AM
Lovely, I enjoyed reading this Cynthia - glad you found time to be close to him, Tiaua.
Ferguson Avatar
September 25, 2014 at 5:11 AM
I did get close, more to him than anyone I ever knew, thank you
Andresen Avatar
May 7, 2014 at 1:45 PM
- Thank you for allowing me to "meet" your grandfather - A really enjoyable poem Cynthia :) - He is waiting for you at" the pearly gates". - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Ferguson Avatar
September 25, 2014 at 5:12 AM
yes he is , he was a great man, and did a lot of amazing things, I wish I had more time with him than I did ,
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