Grandfather's Death

March 30, 2011
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I touch my grandfather's hand,
It is cold and unsoothing.

I feel his hand for the steady heartbeat,
There is none.

I speak to him in a gentle voice,
He doesn't answer.

I shake him desperately,
He does not react.

His lively spirit left the room...
My grandfather is dead.

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ilovewriting18 said...
Jun. 10, 2011 at 9:56 am
My goal of writing this poem is to show to readers that you never know when you would lose a loving family member or friend. While your relations last, try to make the most of it!
nmm_93 said...
Apr. 28, 2011 at 12:05 pm


I lost my grandfather to but i didn't get to say bye.

i couldn't even go to his funeral.

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