Deprived at seven

by starcrossedlvr   May 2, 2007


I was deprived at seven of an elder
Of a wise man
Of a Grandfather
How I wished I had obtained a Grandfather to teach me lessons a father couldn't
How I longed for a love only a Grandfather and a Granddaughter possess
And how I hoped he would've gotten better
I prayed with all of my heart for him to smile again
I wished with all my soul for him to sing again
I hoped with all my love for him to play his guitar again
Prayers may never be heard...
Wishes may never come true...
And hopes may never become reality...
Unfortunately all of my prayers, wishes, and hopes never became reality
I never had the experience of singing with my Grandfather
I never shared the moments others have shared with their Grandfather
I never had his advice on life
All I can be thankful is for what time I had with him
I can be thankful for those beautiful times I heard his soothing voice
I can be thankful for those wonderful times I heard his harmonious guitar strumming
And I can be thankful for saying that he is my Grandfather
You do always hear "Love someone with all your might today, because they might not be there tomorrow."
True story.

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