silently I sat in the den,
your face pale as cold sat upon your skin
heavy and still you lay, wrapped in white linen,
softly I run my hand through your hair

so soft and Grey, you look just
like sleeping beauty fragile like
porcelain, come home I cried
wake up from this slumber that
your in, can you not hear me crying
can you not feel me shaking you awake

please my grandfather why won’t
you wake, the nurses are waiting
with coffee and our bowl of
creamed cereal,
oh but all you do is lay unmoving
no sound or breath, why is my mother
morning. Could I have been to late
oh lord tell me why my
grandfather won’t listen. Has the bell
tolled and the reaper came and took him
so peacefully he looks a smile on
his face. Now I must truly accept his fate
til now and forever my grandfather

I lay you to rest, for my sister and
mother will surely wait, I just know
my grandfather that we all will meet
again
only this time ill bring coffee and cake,
rest my grandfather
for god will surely let us meet again.