Seeing my grandpa go the way he did,
Lying still in that hospital bed,
He was unable to move.
Paralyzed from the fall at the hospital,
His limbs as stiff as a board,
Nothing worked,
To fix what had happened.

Every day that I went to visit,
The only things I was told
Were a bunch of endless stories,
A possibility of him walking,
About as possible as winning the lottery

Back in the day he and I had a routine.
Every time I came over we went to his room,
Sat on his soft queen size bed.
He taught me how to sing.
Straight from the diaphragm he always said,
Singing from my nose always drove him insane.
We would always sing,
“I Can Only Imagine” by Mercy Me.
My grandpa was like the air I breathe
He was like a father to me,
A piece of my heart.