Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)

Grandfather

You sat by the window last night

and shivered from the wind

But I didn't cover you,

and watched you so cold

While I waited for you to open your eyes

but that couldn't be.

I held your hand this morning,

and asked if you were well.

But you lied to me

and said that you were well,

While you sat wondering

where the lonely be.

I kissed your cheek while I fed you lunch

and told you I'd be back soon.

But you knew not to believe me

and told me farewell,

While you sat waiting,

where might I be?

I fell from great heights

and came crashing back to you.

You told me,

"You get rock when you hit the bottom."

I was lucky to get you

when I hit the bottom.

The grass grows above you

and I wish that I were holding your hand,

and kissing your cheek.

And that I might be lucky enough

to fall back to you.