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Last Words
His soul was drifting to another world
Like a babe in the womb his body lay curled,
His skin like the ocean’s rippled waves
His stomach gaunt after not eating for days,
The color had left his once glowing face
His eyes could not open not even a trace,
His last whispers had faded into words in his head
He was unable to smile at things I had said,
His last night I told him to never stop fighting
And I knew he’d heard me when he tried one last time at smiling,
I had false hope to think he could continue this way
When I needed to let go and let him drift away,
Two hours after I had left his silent dying side
His heart gave out like an old engine, and he quietly died,
I was the last person to see his beloved face
To hold his limp hand and give his last embrace,
I am content knowing that he now rests in peace
After suffering with Parkinson’s his pain is finally released,
He is saving me now, keeping me afloat
His words always with me, steadying my sinking boat,
I have never before told anyone my final words to him
But his story is one of courage and a hope that will never dim,
Instead I’ll write down what I repeat only when I’m alone
Grandpa you are the greatest man that I have ever known.
I love you
Like a babe in the womb his body lay curled,
His skin like the ocean’s rippled waves
His stomach gaunt after not eating for days,
The color had left his once glowing face
His eyes could not open not even a trace,
His last whispers had faded into words in his head
He was unable to smile at things I had said,
His last night I told him to never stop fighting
And I knew he’d heard me when he tried one last time at smiling,
I had false hope to think he could continue this way
When I needed to let go and let him drift away,
Two hours after I had left his silent dying side
His heart gave out like an old engine, and he quietly died,
I was the last person to see his beloved face
To hold his limp hand and give his last embrace,
I am content knowing that he now rests in peace
After suffering with Parkinson’s his pain is finally released,
He is saving me now, keeping me afloat
His words always with me, steadying my sinking boat,
I have never before told anyone my final words to him
But his story is one of courage and a hope that will never dim,
Instead I’ll write down what I repeat only when I’m alone
Grandpa you are the greatest man that I have ever known.
I love you
Published 5th Jun 2013
| Edited 30th Jan 2014
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7th Jun 2013 9:34am
I like this a lot. So real, meaningful, sweet, harsh & beautiful. You accomplished something really difficult here which is to expose the hard emotions, images & grief that comes with the death of a loved one. There are a couple lines I think you could trim or re-word a little for better flow, but it's such an emotional piece I don't know if thats necessary. Let me know if you want a few tips, I'll PM them to ya :) Great write !
9th Jun 2013 9:10pm
