Grandpa you left so many,
yet you still live within us all...

Traveling down this road,
No real direction to where I'm going...

Sitting here on the computer,
thinking of all the good times in this house...

NOTE: This is a poem that I wrote my grandpa David...
I dont know about anyone else...

We met out of the blue
and you opened up to me...

Living creatures deep down inside
Your body that you should worship...

You've left me,
Standing all alone...

I remember a time
when I would take a knife...

Dont cry for the dead,
for they are saved...

Darkness over powering,
as I sit here all alone...

Here I await for your presences,
Just a simple glance from your blue eyes...

Sitting by this lake
looking up at the sky...