Grandpa Poem by Molly Lenehan

One fateful night
I lay back in bed
sirens were blazing
as if over my head.

I crept down the stairs
not making a sound
when i got to the bottom
i looked all around.

I looked to the left
and then to the right
the lights looked to be flashing
just like a strobe light.

Around the corner,
to my great surprise.
there sat my grandfather
with a glazed look in his eyes

His face was pale and pained,
his fists clenched tight.
His voice came out horse,
delayed and strained.


When we asked if alright
he never replied,
that is until oxygen was supplied.

They gathered him up
and took him away.
in that flashing ambulance
on that great black stretcher where his body lay