Your Service

There was a silence
Wrapped around my heart
Like the flag that cradled his coffin
So I left a letter folded neatly next to him
With words I should have said out loud
But simply could not utter then
I penned, and sent along with him

Thank you Granddad
For giving up your smoking pipe
On that warm day so long ago
Because a little girl was worried
And she asked you to
And loved you so

A sacred moment of respect
Folded neatly now
Inside my chest

-me

~ by April on March 8, 2019.

One Response to “Your Service”

  1. So sweet – the little girl loving her grandfather so much she wanted him to stop smoking and him loving her in return so much that he did… I’m sorry for your loss.

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