Jasper, Alabama U.S.A.
My Grandfather is still in the hospital, very close to dying. I know this isn't a good poem or anything, but I had to unleash the pressures upon me.
My Prayer to GOD!
I know that.
Why are you taking him
from me know?
At the time when I just
began to forgive him.
The time I just started
to learn about him.
He's lying there,
motionless most of the time.
Sound asleep in his
own world of pain.
Why put him through this?
Why not let him live?
I knew his time was coming.
I could feel it growing near.
But why take him from me,
when he's what I need?
I need to learn from him.
I need his help in so many ways.
The last few nights
have seemed endless.
All I can do is stare
at a 15 year old picture
of me sitting in his lap
when I was only 1.
I cry. I cry over the thought
of him no longer being here.
The thought that my mother,
is losing her father.
The thought that I am
losing my grandfather.
His hands used to be so strong.
His eyes never before shed tears.
But as I sat by is bed last night,
his hands showed their weakness,
and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
He hates for us to see him like this.
If he was able to speak,
I would listen to every syllable.
But he can only hear,
as I try to speak words to him,
that won't cause emotions to show.
We all know he hates to show feelings.
I just wonder if he knows how much
we all love and cherish him.
If he realizes how much we'll miss him.
I just wonder if when he's up in heaven,
if he'll look down upon us all,
and keep his place in our hearts filled.
But oh Lord, Please take care of him,
for me, for my mother, for us all.
Please let him know he's loved.
And please, give my mother, the strength,
to deal with all the pain she is feeling.
Please, give us all the strength to cope.
NOT IN VAIN
If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Into his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.