Even when I was to big,
I sat on his knee.
And listened as he sang,
sang his old songs to me.
Songs id never heard of,
if he hadent repeated them everyday.
I used to sing them with him,
it used to be okay.
He drove me everywhere,
Anywhere we needed to be.
He bought us the stuff we needed,
but mostly the stuff we didnt.see
He was the dad I didnt always have,
the guy who went to every game.
And grinned and nodded,
to the future I said id have; full of my fame.
you see
One day,
when I was staying overnight.
My mom was out of town,
and darkness had stolen the light.
It was a rainy,
windy night.
And the news flashed of tornado's,
but grandpa new what to do. oh grandpa
Opened all the windows,
And we threw open the door.
I really didnt think this was right,
but id never done it before.
I was sobbing, breaking down with tears
But he scolded me, and hushed my fears.
It was a long scary night,
and until I was asleep all I could think of was fright.
Nothing bad happened, but I had been a little mean
In my fear and worry, of the scary scene
that night
Id yelled about how grampa was wrong,
as he watched the news he was just singing a song
All wrong!
But we made it through that storm,
cause grandpa kept us safe,
but nows hes left me here,
and I still fear.
The storm; my life
still rages on,
and now hes not beside me, hes gone
I cant make it without him,
not in this place,
Not in this storm,
Ill fall from grace.
I cant stand up,
all by myself,
Im not ready to walk alone,
I need his help, please guide me
I need his eyes on my back,
His smile warm,
his eyes proud.
I need him to talk to me, out loud
and tell me hes here.
I love you
When I fall, off of my bike,
I need him to help me up, put me back on
And say, good try
Lets do it again
He cant though, he had to die
What if I fall?
Will I just crawl
on, low in life?
I need you grandpa,
I cant do it alone.
I wanna call you on the telephone
"Grandpa I love you"
But
"Hes not here
dear, hes gone."
I gotta send you my letter,
Cause grandpa, I love you.
You gotta know I do,
I want to hold you to me,
never let you cease to be.
But I let you go.
And your gone,
you left
me
Past the point of no return.
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Submission Name: His memory 
