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I Miss You Grumps
I
started writing my grandpa letters when I first found out he was ill.
After he died, I wondered why I waited so long to say all of the things in those
letters. People always say that you should always tell someone something
today, because they may not be around tomorrow. We always put things off
until one day when we lose someone, we realize that statement is really
true. I miss my grandpa every day, and I know that my dad lost something
that day that can never be replaced.
The following poem was written in this class for my grandpa. By reading it, you should be able to see what I have learned from this writing experience:
Pick Up the Pen
I received the phone call
And started to write
Letters were sent
Though guilt was felt
Cuz' death was the reason
That I picked up the pen
I should've written sooner
I said I was too busy
But now that death is here
Time stands still...
I could write you every day
But I feel you slipping away from me
You left me soon after I picked up the pen
Though I know you enjoyed the time
I knew when I saw your writing and pain
That it was really your time to die
It rained at your funeral
An appropriate choice of weather...
I miss you...
I pick up my pen more now
Because I regret not doing it with you