My Hero

My Grandpa can barely stand,
but can walk like a Dodge Ram
using his cane as his steering wheel
and throwing his walker aside
while shrugging off the remarks
and ignoring grandma as she barks
at him to slow down.

He can’t hear you,
so he’ll laugh and say
I love you.
Then go back to watching T.V
as you forgive him for not answering
because you know he means it.

A man who can barely see
tripping over everything and hurting himself.
Then recovering despite the odds
of a hip replacement at his age.

Invincible

He achieves the unthinkable
by hurting his hip a second time
and laughs it off saying,
I love you.
While wanting to die,
blaming his family for lying
and saying, You’ll be alright.

He survived way longer than doctors thought
and came back from the brink of death
countless of times no matter the obstacle.

My Grandpa is lifeless on a stretcher.
Colder then metal in the dead of winter
and paler then a blinding snow storm
with veins in the shape of lightning
shooting out of the sides of his mouth
while it hangs open with a bag valve mask
over it willing him back to life.

I can hear bones crunching, snapping, breaking
as they preform chest compressions
while the machine rings out a beep to leave a message
knowing its to late, but unable to stop
until my grandma hangs up the phone.