Where Did You Go Grampa Jim

November 25, 2011
By Bray-Bray BRONZE, Georgetown, Kentucky
Bray-Bray BRONZE, Georgetown, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
“The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain


Grampa Jim was the nicest,
Smartest, and most pure
man I've ever met.
I remember his soft wrinkly skin,
the holy water he washed in,
and his great belly that would shake when he snored.
He was living, living, living, gone.
Now i see the spirit that was him and the nothing he is now, nothing...
nothing...
nothing, but a strange memory of love that I will cherish forever.
Sometimes I can still hear his voice in my ear,
And I ask myself... Where did you go?

The author's comments:
This was a poem i wrote when my grandfather had just died.

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