I Want To Meet Again

My grandfather passed away on Dec. 16th. This is a poem in his honor.

The pain of your passing never leaves,
Like a scar that never heals.
I ignore the fact I took you for granted,
Now I know how mourning feels.

I knew it was going to happen,
As if a shadow was creeping in,
Then, suddenly, you were totally gone.
We let your fatal sickness win.

Your smile was Grandma's heaven,
Everyday you were alive was a godsend,
But the monster that you were facing
Would be your timeless end.

Now that you are gone from us,
Up above in the sky,
I can't wait to see you again,
But I am afraid to die.

So please, if you are listening to
This little, tiny prayer,
Then remember this:
I still love you, even up there.