Gone

by Alison   May 3, 2006


I fell his hearbeat slowing down,
My eyes glisten with water,
My body shakes as i hold his hand,
His pulse growing weaker.
His hand grips on for a final moment as i smile for him for one last time,
he slowly faded away,
hes no longer more,
but i know up in heaven,
ill still hear him snore.

R.I.P grandad - gone but not forgotten. 1946-2000

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