by Susan Overbey

Created on: April 25, 2009

Rays of sunlight glimpse through the window,
And dance upon your skin,
As I place a kiss upon your wrinkled brow.
I watch each jagged breath you take,
Knowing soon they will end.
Gently holding your fragile hand in mine,
I whisper, "It's ok to let go, Grandpa."
Tears roll down my cheeks,
As I lie my head upon your now bony chest.
A body, so lifeless now,
Was once filled of so much life.
Yet, I know somehow,
You know that I am there.
I know somehow that you are saying,
"Goodbye, my granddaughter."

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