About the Poem
Dedicated to my grandpaw, who was a father and best friend to me. I started this poem seventeen years ago, and set it aside to be forgotten. Today I found it and - typing through teary eyes - tried to finish it. I wish my words could do justice to the wonderful man that he was.
|by Dan McDonald
|Wasting away on a hospital bed,
a shadow of the man you once were,
yet all that you ever were.
A warm, caring, special person
who always made time for me.
Peace radiates from your broken shell;
your smile warms my broken heart.
Although you can’t speak,
I read you message loud and clear:
a finger to your eye,
a finger to your heart,
a finger to me.
I love you too old man, I cry,
my body shaking with emotion,
my voice quivering
as the tears fall like rain.
What am I gonna do without my hero?
Who is gonna spank my butt?
Who is gonna be my rock?
You are much too good for this world.
The Lord is calling you to him.
Seventeen years since you passed away.
When does the hurting stop?
I feel you with me sometimes,
a peaceful presence keeping me safe,
nudging me to make the right decisions,
comforting me on those dark days.
I see your face in the mirror;
I look more like you every passing day.
You live on through me.
I only hope that one day
I will be half the man you were.
I hope, when you look down
you are proud of the boy
who loved you so much,
and who loves you