Tears streamed down my face when I saw you that way.
I love you grandpa, I will love you everyday.
As my tears raced down my face;
I knew you'd soon be in a happier place.
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The last time I saw my grandfather was in the hospice, as we were saying goodbye he gripped my arm and the last thing he said to me was: The early bird catches the worm. It was silly, and somewhat surreal but it stuck in my head. Your poem reminded me and made me wish I'd spent more time with him.
A touching poem, Cheryl. I'm sure your Grandad is proud