Mackenzie Owades

Missing Grandpa

They say I’m lucky
I got the chance to say goodbye
But really,
In a way, saying goodbye is harder than not
You know it’s going to happen; the only question is when
Well it happened
September 1st
And I said goodbye
But goodbye is not enough
It won’t bring him back
He still had to die

I will always miss him
Every single day
Although I can no longer hear his voice
And it’s harder to picture his face
It’s still there in my heart
I keep telling myself that,
But it’s not any easier
He’s in my heart, but
Never again will I hear him say “Ready about? Hard alee!”
As the boom of his sailboat swings over our heads
He can’t watch me learn how to drive
As I’m sure he would have loved to
I’ll never see that look in his eyes
As he pretends not to let me win our card game
Never again will we get to do the things we loved
And the fact that I said goodbye doesn’t change that


Copyright 2002-2006 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose 2002-2006 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. SPP developed and designed by Strong Bat Productions.