Monday, February 23, 2009

He is Gone

It is done
my soul hurts like that of
my body being torn asunder by
wild mustangs
I weep over my lose
He breathes no breath
He hears no words
He sees no stars
He lies there alone
His spirit rises to the sky

He was my mentor
in that he showed me
how to be kind
He was my family
even though it isn't in blood
He was my friend
in one whom i could trust
and he thought of me as his favorite
and he was mine
He gave me a name
one of my first and middle combined
I felt touched

He called me it
Mitchell Willy
before he died
He cried very little
Before he died
I asked if he believed in God
He said he did
He has lain a path I will follow
I will meet him there

He is gone
But when I get there
There will be no tears
only laughs adn smiles
I will always love that man
He is my Grandpa Jim

3 Comments:

Blogger Mari said...

Nice poem, there's a lot of emotion in it that you were able to bring out-especially in the beginning. I like how it's sad but in the end a sign of hope.

February 23, 2009 at 6:28 AM  
Blogger allie said...

I like the emotion you put into it .

February 23, 2009 at 7:00 AM  
Blogger Ryan-Sven said...

It had a tributary feel, which made it seem very memorable. It is a sad poem, but like someone said before me, it shows a sign of hope.

Very basic, easy to follow, but still manages details. Great work!

February 23, 2009 at 7:08 AM  

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