Oh grandpa,
sweet grandpa.
Has my mind forgotten,
that sorrow day.
The day to mourn,
for god took you.
How long has that been,
decades since the coldness.
I always scolded god,
hated him for tearing us apart.
But as the night air touches me,
I hear your voice singing that old lullaby.
Smoothing my mind to calm,
making me remember the old times.
As the breeze gets strong,
it reminds me of your scent.
Like a warm blanket,
to let me sleep at ease.
The moon shines bright,
seeing your smiling face.
Always lighting up the room,
your laughter bringing warmth.
Could that be it,
whats making us forget.
Not my mind,
remembering your eyes.
For I look in the morrior,
seeing your face through mine.
Feeling cold water on my feet,
like hands wrapping me close.
Sometimes I look,
seeing your spirit.
You travel the oceans,
just like the Navy you used to be.
But your home always,
as I sit here.
Though the night sky is gone,
I still feel your pressence close.
Oh grandpa,
dear grandpa.
Grandma is very ill,
soon to be joining you.
Mother is ill as well,
but fighting hard as Leo.
Could I be next,
shall I fall to illness.
As I sit on the shore,
knowing your watching.
I feel safe,
knowing I'm well
Oh grandpa,
sweet grandpa.
My mind hasn't forgotten,
the sorrow day.
Throwing a red carnation,
into the cold water.
Vowing inside,
to never forget you again.
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