My Gandfather
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Loading ...When Will He Come Home? Yesterday he was here, and now he is gone.
I sit up in my bed, and pray for long.
I talk to him, still missing him so.
Is he alright? I’ll never know.
Mom says, “You’ll see him again someday.”
But I wonder, just how long will I wait?
I cry at night, it’s a crime to die!
Sometimes, I convince myself it’s a lie.
It feels like the earth has turned upside down.
I’m in the ocean, I’m gonna’ drown!
Drowning, down deep, into my heart.
My once warm one, now ripping apart.
Yesterday he was here, and now he is gone.
And now I ask you, when will he come home?
By Lina
(Dedicated to Francis David, my grandfather.)
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your poem is very very special
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i love this poem i thooght when i read it
I cried..
It reminds me of my Grandfather Benny
I like this poem
Lina
Lovely poem - lovely thoughts. Means so much to me because I never knew any of my four grandparents (last one died when I was 5 months old) thats why you poem means so much to me. Thank you Lina.
Hey great poem i like it. I wish it was the same kind i need. But i love it and i still want to use it.