One Do-Over

I’m sitting in bed tonight and thinking,

And suddenly, my heart, it’s sinking.

I’m remembering that night, a few years ago,

The night I was at my all-time low.

I should have held him a little tighter,

And reminded him that he was a fighter.

I didn’t do anything though,

I just sat there, and watched him go.

Now I remember the Saturday mornings,

When I would complain, “This is so boring.”

Visiting my Papa was always a chore,

Until his days on this Earth were no more.

I wish I had tried just a little bit harder,

At trying to be a great granddaughter.

I shouldn’t have let the time go by,

When I could have been there,  right by his side.

So if I could have only one do-over,

I would have made sure my grandpa and I were closer.