My Component

I remember a time when I felt I could fly.

Like nothing could stop me, not even the sky.

But then life came quickly and taught me a lesson.

One that left me with little hope for progression.

I was only thirteen when my grandfather died.

Four days before my birthday, oh how much I cried.

My birthday was for me, but he consumed my mind. 

I wished to celebrate yet I felt so confined. 

The light from my candles, gone as quickly as he.

All I had of him that day was his memory. 

No time to think about myself, only his scent. 

The shock made me rethink what I thought important.

From then to now, I am no longer a child. 

I learned of abrupt change and am much more mild. 

Grateful for all and valuing every moment,

my growth naught without him, the vital component.