I gaze at you.
Beauty-full child.
You have become
Sad providence's
New sound.
Existential wonder,
Innocent eyes.
Questioning hearts
Needing replies.

He went away?
No goodbyes?
Does he love us still,
From the other side?
Where has he gone?
Can we meet?
His time here so suddenly...
Come to an end...


What to reply?
Where to turn?
When darkness engulfs me
And I'm so decidedly alone.

And my small children waiting to learn...

What to make of this world -
This new less-brilliant place.
One now without the sight
Of Grandpa's loving face.
One who dedicated
Such gentle care,
To bedtime stories,
Carefully brushed hair.
Music concerts, ballet trips,
Many things worthwhile;

His message, my answer...
I realise with a smile.
"Emor Meat VeAseh Harbeh."
My father ever taught -
My children, be real, be true -
When striving for good;
Don't speak, Just do! You aught
To be completely, unapologetically
Authentically you.

God bless you and keep you
Happy and bright
Know always your Grandpa is with you,
Now he is out of sight.
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Submitted by Soulwriter on April 12, 2021

Modified on May 03, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,035
Words 182
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 11, 8, 4, 1, 12, 9, 4

Charlotte Cohen

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Discuss the poem Gone with the community...

  • lovingempath
    Beautifully rendered poem that brought me to tears. No wasted words here...just truth.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • FromRon
    I love how you mix up the rhyming...and it goes through out the whole poem. I loved...it, and sincerely...keep at it! :)
    LikeReply 12 years ago
    • Soulwriter
      thank you so much - and for the encouragement! Sometimes it's hard to carve out the time to write...
      LikeReply2 years ago
  • mayonde
    I was ten when I lost my grandma and it was devastating. Way over ten now.
    LikeReply 12 years ago
    • Soulwriter
      It never really goes away - the price of love
      LikeReply2 years ago
  • Roshny
    Beautiful poem.
    LikeReply 12 years ago
    • Soulwriter
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting
      LikeReply2 years ago
  • M.Useless
    Filled with emotion. Very nice. Thank you for sharing.
    LikeReply 13 years ago
    • Soulwriter
      thank you very much.
      LikeReply2 years ago


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