I miss you Grandpa

I miss the way,
You told stories
About when u were young.

I miss the way,
When I am feeling blue, I
Would call and you would
Tell stories bout what I
Did when I was little, and that
Would cheer me up, and I wouldn't
Feel blue.

I miss the way,
You told about
Falling in love with
Grandma.

I miss you, why
Did you have to go?
Why did u go when
We needed you the most.
I know that your in heaven
But will I see u when I die?

2008-29-09

( i wrote this poem bout my grandpa, who died in July this year In Philippines. i didn't post it because couldn't let in the store to use INTERNET|_)