DENNIS
I cry as you lay unhearing in the coffin of sorrow for your death.
I can hear my father cry for you, you are his father great and wonderous.
You the sun on Sundays of dinner and joking.
You the one who would let me play in the back of the old blue truck.
Grandpa of today, yesterday, and tomorrow; even though you are gone.
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I wanted one last hug as I passed by you, but it wouldn't be the same - you wouldn't hug my aching body back.
I close my eyes to feel the times of yesterday in this space.
I throw myself upon my bed and cry my pain deeper inside.
I long so to see you sitting on your porch on these hot summer days.
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I long so to see your smile on Sundays.
I pray each night, and after Amen is said I say, "Goodnight grandpa and I love you."
Sometime I will talk to you, I need to see your grave.
I just don't know if I can bear the pain.
I love you deeply and hope to meet you and hug you once - twice - a thousand times again.
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Some day.
By Amanda Cox (age 16)
