Accept my sympathy
There comes a time of departure,
a time to say goodbye
a time when our near & dear ones are called by God & wish us ‘a goodbye’.
It may be one of your relative, it may be one of your cousins,
It may even be your parents or grandparents,
Or it may even be your very own cry.
You do not know whose going to die.
This year 2003 June 16th, my very own grandfather wished me goodbye.
It was difficult to digest, difficult to see,
My very own grandpapa leaving me
under his guided plea.
Although, 79 he stood by me every time,
He loved me & cared for me,
Like a best grandpa, he could ever be.
I still remember his words,
They are fresh in my mind.
As his memories are left behind
I last visited him in the hospital
He said to me, I’ll come home soon,
And I said to him take care of yourself, that noon,
He said to me Bye; For a moment I realized why
But then I understood and began to cry.
He did come home soon
but Fast asleep in an Ambulance white deep,
I was shocked by the news
Shattered and shaken all loose.
I thought, I wept all sweet memories deep
as he laid aside me fast asleep.
And as tears ran down my cheeks,
I still remember all his wonderful deeds.
I wept, I wept, whole day and night long
in grief and sorrow; I had to accept that he’s gone.
The next day when the time Arrived for his departure,
To leave him to his home down, there
with his brothers in there.
My heart broke even more, though it was only his body and not his soul.
It made me weep all the more,
With a broken heart to put him underneath
And in the sky see him glow
I cried and cried and said, “Don’t go”
But by words now could effect nothing
I realized that a bit too slow
He’s gone, he’s gone & for what shall I weep more
He’ll meet & see me in heaven someday I know
Life goes on and on
But with his memories dear
I will always cherish & remember him every year.
But still I wept on my way back home
I looked into the eyes of many
I found that they too missed him
Some said he was a great adviser,
others said, A great daddy
but for me he was my SIR (Like a teacher).
But still yet one more phrase made my heart break into pieces,
That one phrase which went repeated from Uncles, Aunts to nieces
That phrase that had now an identity
“ACCEPT MY SYMPATHY”
Lorraine Nunes