Grandpa Poem by Kirsten Gray

this is a poem i wrote in the days following the death of my grandpa

his chair will sit empty for all the days
while our memories of him slowly fade away
where he was, there is only a gapping hole
since so unfairly from us was he stole
it was almost like god committed a crime
but it is done, nothing can fix it not even time
we will eventually realize that everything is well
and always will be because he isn't in hell
he is in heaven now, and though it's far
we know he is there because of his star
it shines so bright in the night sky
bright enough for you to wish to fly
though he is no longer with us
he is in heaven now watching over us