This isn't a personal experience for me, although my grandfather died of a broken heart shortly after grandma passed. Maybe it's a combination of him and my mom since I did care for my mom when she had a stroke and dimentia. Oh I do so ramble..
Grandad
He looks at me with his terribly sad eyes
Furrows and wrinkles of different size
Creating a face of paralizing fear
Even without words his meaning is clear
Every breath I take whispers her name
When she went away it was never the same
The void that she left no other woman could fill
Will you tell her this, that I love her still?
A tear rolls out of the corner of his smile
From a memory he hadn't thought of in a while
His minds not always sharp anymore
But she's the only one he ever had eyes for
I hold his hands as he starts to reminisce
About the first time they met and their very first kiss
His face starts to change, his eyes start to twinkle
The love that she gave him was not just a sprinkle
We'll do this today and we'll do it tomorrow
It's the best way I know to ease his sorrow
And even though he no longer remembers me
He's still my Grandad, he's still my family.
Poetry by LacyxDevine
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Written on 2022-02-19 at 03:56
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