It was just
‘one of those things’
they said,
a complication,
but all I really know
is that he’s dead.
The surgery was
just too much
or perhaps
it was plaque,
the bottom line is
he’s gone
and won’t
be coming back.
He almost made it
to the age of 83
but not this year
not meant to be.
I know this life
has its seasons;
reasons that
I don’t pretend
to understand,
but I just wish
that in the plan
there had been
time enough
for.... one last hug.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite sad...I can relate coz I lost my grandma too. Hang in there :)