(In memory of my grandpa, who passed away in Aug 17, 2003)
Gently I take hold of his hand,
Hoping, hoping it could hold me back.
I wish I could look into his eyes
Which had always looked straight into mine
With tenderness, with respect, with love...
But now eyelids are there to block the way.
I wish I could hear his voice
Which had spoken to me so many times
About flowers, about our sons, our love...
But reality tells me "this is the end".
Toghether we have been for so many decades,
For so many, many, many years.
While trees regrow the leaves they've shed
I am crying alone beside his bed.
For so many years I was never alone,
"I" had been long replaced with "we"
There was never a thing to separate us,
Not arguments, nor career, nor sicknesses,
But I wasn't aware death was on his way
Ambushing him with a surprise attack
So cruel, so hard, so very fatal,
Leaving his wife a shattered spirit
Which can never, never, never be healed.
I long for our joyful reunion someday, somewhere
In a place where there is eternity.