*this is really not a poem but this about my grandfather that died when i was only 2*
it was a bright day the birds were singing but the whole family was crying
everybody dressed in black
thats when i knew that my grandfather had died
seeing him in the casket i didn't know that he was dead i was thinking that he was sleeping ( i was only 2 at the time)
but as the years went by i didn't see you grandfather
are you out working or are u on a trip
but when i realized when i was 6 i kept remembering that we always went to a place called a cemetery
and when i saw my grandfathers name i felt emptiness in my heart
i still hope to see him every time we go to Mexico to visit out grandparents but every time i get my hopes up to see my grandfather but i know that he's dead and in heaven but i still can't accept the fact that my grandfather is dead
but i know now that he's in a better place the world where angels sing and where people say the have the most beautiful sound of music ever heaven
