originally known as Come as you are
some personal poems about little 'ol life
and photos to entertain the eyes
poetry + fotas
Still I cry myself to sleep.
Still my heart hangs heavy. Still my tears re-wet each day When something new reminds me. Still I hold each memory close. I can never, ever forget. Still it isn’t real to me. I still can’t believe you’ve left. Still I try to stand strong, To honor who you were. A man who gritted teeth and blistered hands, Of hard work you were sure. Still I hold your hand, And hug you in my sleep. I still hear your beautiful laugh, Yet it always makes me weep. Still I hear the change of voice, Anytime we say your name. Still I wish I could have you here, So things would be the same. Still you watch over us, I know you cannot refuse. To still watch over the ones you love, Though you’ve now been made anew. And, grandpa, still I miss you dearly. Though you still sit beside my heart. Still I thank you for making us stronger, Which you’ve done from the very start. But I still keep on crying, Nothing seems to dry these eyes. It seems the worst part in my life thus far, Was having to say goodbye. |
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February 2015
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