A Poem About The Death Of My Grandpa Poem by Theresa Short

A Poem About The Death Of My Grandpa

The night I called 911 to come to your rescue,
Because at that time you were less you,
The racing heart but calmness I had to show,
Would compare to the gut punch that would blow,
All the responders came to the rescue for you,
As your oxygen was so low you'd probably start turning blue,
Driving to the ER in the winter at dark,
Is like trying to swim away from a shark,
Not knowing if you're still alive,
I'm unsure how I will ever thrive,
2 nights in the hospital with grandma by your side,
Tears flowing like a hurricanes tide,
Everyone who has ever loved you came to visit one last time,
With every breath ringing like a chime,
Playing music to see if you would respond,
Remembering the days of our family bond,
You kept the family afloat and did what you had to do,
One things for certain I will never stop missing you,
When I read the words that you're gone,
Everything got harder including listening to your favorite song,
Waiting to make sure grandma was okay,
Seeing you just lay,
My heart is shattered beyond repair,
But I promised you everyone I would care,
Id take care of them all,
But soon I'm going to fall,
This grief I hold is unbearable to feel,
I'm uncertain I'll ever heal,
I know you're no longer in pain,
But my broken heart will stain,
Every time I go to town I think about you,
I always end up crying boo hoo,
It is so unbelievable that you're gone,
I can't even sing that one song,
I'll always be your sunshine,
And you'll always be mine,
The one who taught me everything I know,
I never wanted you to go,
Dreaming about you and seeing you walk and being okay,
Wishing when I woke up you were here to stay,
Grief is so hard to comprehend,
My broken heart will never mend,
Know I will always love you,
Even though you gained your wings and flew,
I will see you later crocodile,
But it will be awhile.
I have your great grandkids to raise,
For which you would give me praise,
Once they are grown and my life is lived out,
I will be waiting to hear you shout,
'Hey kid welcome home'
And that's when I know I'll never be alone.

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My grandpa died Jan 5th 2026. Poetry is the best way I cope..
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