Intelletus Mortem

Ryan was a boy, not much younger than you,

Who lived in a place not too far from EU.

He lived with his Gram Ma,

Who lived with his Gram Pa,

And they all lived together, happily

But soon old, tired Gram Pa started to drag,

Sometimes he forgot and his pants started to sag,

Gram Ma wasn’t worried, why should she be?

Gram Pa was known to be more stubborn than she

(For she was quite stubborn, stubborn indeed)

But the more Gram Pa started to slow,

The more she told him “Get up, up let’s go!”

“But I’m too tired.” says Gram Pa as he turned the lights down,

The more that he said this the more that she frowned.

As Ryan watched from on top of the stairs,

His Grandparents hugged for as long as they cared.

“It’s time.” Says Gram Pa,

“I know,” she replied,

“But can’t you stay for one more night?”

That was the last Ryan saw his Gram Ma so sad,

The very next day she seemed awful glad!

Ryan kept wondering, why, why so happy?

And what could he’ve done to keep this from happening?

“Don’t fret,” says Gram Ma, “It’ll be fine.

Gram Pa is somewhere better, I swear on my spine.

I know you are sad, maybe even angry,

But Gram Pa wants to remember you when you’re happy.

Let’s do him a favor, be happy and free,

Now he’s somewhere better, I mean it, you’ll see.

Isaiah Leroy