Grandpa
I didn’t really know you
Except when you were dying
In the hospital I was given ice cream
To shield me from all the pain behind those doors
No longer can I see them
No longer can I eat them
The pain those damn ice cream cups bring
Is just way to much
Uncle Tom hid Cheerios
Where we sat to wait
Trying to hide all the sadness behind the closed door
I don’t really remember you
But I know you loved me so
When you left me you left
A little hole in my heart
It will never be filled
I hope and wish to see you again
When I die I want to learn more
About how you lived, who you were
I miss you so much
Nobody can take that away
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