I remember...we solved puzzles together,
And built hydraulics from a science kit,
With 1.5'' tubes we created a miniature model,
We pulled the levers back and forth,
And colored the water a crimson red,
So we could see it better as it traveled throughout our creation,
It stained our tablecloth and took forever to wash out,
And afterwards we read a children's book,
On how hydraulics work,
But after two minutes you sat the book down,
And explained it to me yourself,
You taught me so many things in time we spent together,
We brought it up to show my mom,
Took our time on the stairs,
But you never told me you were dying.
I wanted the chance to say goodbye.
for my grandfather
Will Mathews 1944-2015
6 comments:
This is so sad! It reminds me of my grandmother and I when I was younger.
oh my god Vicky! that was so good and breath taking!
That' so sad Vicki. I was never that close to my grandparents so I can't say I know what your going through.
This is amazing and tear jerking. I loved how you used memories and then told us very suddenly that he died. Also, I am very sorry for your loss.
Yet another depressing poem that made me want to cry. Unfortunately my Mom was an orphan. So I can't really relate to this one as much :3.
This is so sad! But the weird thing is, my uncle's name is Will Matthews too!
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