Tears running like a stream
Seriously wanting it to be a dream.
Lifeless and dying; just lying there
As frantic family traveled from everywhere.
Throwback to the good ol' days
When he was strong and not easily fazed.
The tears kept flowing at the mortuary.
Life can change so suddenly.
His face shone with an angelic glow.
"I know you're sad but for now I must go"
Burying him six feet under felt unreal.
As his life flashed before me like a movie reel.
He was a gentleman in every way.
Always willing to help, night or day.
With a heart softer than fresh bread.
I still can't believe he is dead.
(in memory of my late grandad)
By
Vampire
Vampire
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