My Gandfather
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!
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