More time right now would be a gift:
Wrapped in the paper that’d capture the heart of a toddler,
And engraved with every memory you left me with. A gift:
Beautiful but far from fragile,
Aged but not worn out,
Wise but never judgmental you were it all.
And what I do know, is the love that you showed, is something I will never again behold—The gift of time, of learning and loving you, I’d clench with aching fist.
No money I’d accept in exchange for that time,
Oh, I hope you know how much you’re missed.
Terrified, flustered, confused and lost;
Is the very substance in the air that I breathe;
As I realize the next time that I’ll see your face is, when this earth is, what I leave.
Your embrace is something I’ll never forget,
Oh how I did adore you.
But every moment I spend mourning is a moment I could spend celebrating all the good about you.
So I smile knowing I was your granddaughter,
Your pride and your joy.
And as you look down from above, I hope you understand, that I will do absolutely everything I can.
And to the tides of this world, I will withstand.
To make you a very very proud old man.
