So the following poem isn't the most polished poem I've written, but it's done. I'm not adding or removing anything from it, as it's very personal to me. I know it's rough in some places, but at the moment those were the only words I could use to capture the emotions I was feeling. It's simple, hard, rough and how I felt.
To Grandpa and Grandma, I love you both!!
17, so young and sweet, life still has so much in store, but for now he's content as he's never been before...
25 and he's still in love with the one who's stolen his heart, he's been thanking God at every day's start...
31 and he's been around the block a few times with the missus (and children), he's been working hard to care for all of them...
43, his body is catching up to him as it's starting to ache, but even with pains growing, his spirit will never break...
65 and more years to come, he's still in love with his only one...
There's a candle that's been burning for them both, they're still in love but one was called home...
87 and his love has just left and he's lost without being found. She's a beautiful lady who's still with us all...
But who can blame him for being so empty..?
He's still in love, and I'm glad to know that when it's time, she's the first one he'll see...
Kelsey :)
