Dadda

Very personal poem about a girl dealing with her grandfathers death

DADDA

It was you that I saw,
Lying there,
Or so it seemed,
On that drizzling Christmas morn’,
I felt no loss,
(I know you understood)
For though your body had passed,
Your memory remains...

The painful ones are fading:
You in hospital,
Blind to recognition.

I had stayed away then,
For the man lying there
Was just a skeleton
Of the one I knew before...

I cried in my own solitude,
No one to wipe away the tears...
I had to keep on going,
Learned to make my peace,
Long before the knowing of your passing.

The tears dried up,
When I accepted your dying.

When the angels’ fin’ly came,
I cried...
Not for you this time,
But for those holding on
When you have been long gone!

By: Anthia Verine Moultrie