Grandpa, grandpa, what fate is this!
That today I'm on my knees,
When we laughed just the other day,
How could it end up this way!
With this cold stillness in the room,
With this cold stroke of doom.
We lie like strings of a broken lyre,
Amort in a desperate desire,
To see, for one last time, your face,
To feel you in this place.
But time is swift for those who love,
And memories are all we have.
You gave love to your very last breath,
We feel it even in your death,
And though you're gone in a whisper,
At your loss, our souls shudder.
Time and tears have been of no relief,
Ours is a grief within a grief.
How could I have known grandpa dear,
That the last thing I would hear,
Was you saying how much you loved me,
And that'd be the last of you I'd see?
How's this child to walk the whole length,
Without your wit and strength?
You taught me love, you taught me honesty,
You taught me care and modesty,
You led me to God and taught me forgiveness,
In love, you covered my weakness.
You knew my deepest secrets and my pains,
And my fear of uncharted terrains.
I've been looking at my phone since then,
Lost in thought time and again,
Wishing I could get one last call from you,
Wondering if you miss me too,
If you see me, hear me from the other side,
But to this lot mortals must abide.
So go well grandpa dear.
Until we meet on that beautiful shore.