To My Grandfather
To My Grandfather1 min 260 1 min 260
The one man I would never hate,
The one man I would love till fate
Takes my breath;
Though took by death,
Close to me still!
Days I never thought of him - nil!
He helped me write,
Set my slates right.
Often we fought,
Mostly when he taught.
When he sat with his chest bare,
Bones would peep through his skin so fair.
Never did I have to struggle to catch his eyes,
I was the Apple of his eyes.
Mortal his body so plain,
Immortal, his love and my pain.