Grandpop Poem by cira cortes

Naked skys,
Bright new moon,
Shinings stars.
A perfect night you might say.

A nice melody before i sleep,
A kiss
I ask before you leave.
As i awake,
a river of tears i had encountered.
'what is wrong mommy? ',
i asked her.
'Nothing hunny, your grandad is dead.'

So i just lay,
Sad till this day.
Pop please come back,
I pray.
Dont go away just yet.

'There is much more to life than sorrow',
He said,
'Please be happy for me'
He whispered.
Now go to sleep my child
You must rest.