For the double grandpas

Grief was branded when you left
My knowing of the life greed theft.

Your passing was a lash to our lashes
and brought the feel of an intense pains of rashes.

The breath you breathed last was not a gasp
But that which left an eternal breath a clasp.

I wish we could hold hands together
And where you ever could at the moment my forever.

The eternal breath revelation
Incomparable to this theft of death in action.

Our souls could but only wish a rest
A perfect rest more than the world's best.

At your covered earth void of the thought of breath
We are assured that yours is eternal rest even though it is death.

The breath you breathed was not a gasp
But that which left an eternal breath a clasp.