The Passing Of Grandfather Poem by Sandra Martyres

Out there in the freezing cold
Lo and behold!
Stood our dear old grandfather
He seemed to be waiting for grandmother
Though she had passed away a while ago
But our aged grandfather remembered not
He thought she had as usual wandered out
So he cried out her name
Lest she get lost in the fog
While she went wood picking in the bog

I gently touched his shoulder
And bid him return home
To wait for grandmother
Reluctantly he followed me
As we entered the room
I saw that special smile upon his face and
Could have sworn that grandmother
Was in our midst...

He slowly lowered himself into a chair
Right beside her empty one
Then extending his hand
As if he were clutching hers tightly
Peace and serenity writ all over his face
Closing his dark brown eyes
He softly murmured – My dear I love you
Never will we part again…
His tired body slumped in the chair
We almost felt his spirit leaving the room
As he was reunited with grandmother