The Morning You Went Away

First you were here, so humble and so very warm,

You sang “I Just called to say I love you” with your wake up call.

We always laughed for no particular reason,

I’ll never forget my sixteenth birthday, and those loving feelings.

Then came the morning that frightened me so,

Too scared to tell anyone, because I saw you go.

Would I be blamed for letting you leave,

Or forgiven because they know you’re at peace?

Why did you pick me and not another?

Is it because I am strong and can deal with the pressure?

I kept it a secret for almost a year,

Told nobody because of my overgrown fear.

Then I exploded and had to explain,

Why oh why, I was in so much pain.

Everyone was thrilled to know you’re no longer suffering,

That you are safe and sound, peacefully chatting!

Now I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d woken,

But it’s too late now, so I just keep on smiling!

I know you’re still with me, watching like a guard dog,

I’ll keep Georgie with me for when I need a big hug.

You’re the beauty in my heart, my soul and my life,

You were the best Grandad a girl could ever possibly love.

That morning you came to me was my most awful ever day,

Because everything changed, the morning you went away.

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Sandyksk 6 years ago from Sanger

May our mem'ries bless us continually...indeed...:)

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Apostle Jack 6 years ago from Atlanta Ga

It seems as though you are more into the story than you are the form and grace of your poetry,which is OK!!BECAUSE YOU CAN create different ways of putting "PEN TO PAPER" from the intellect.You might want to read my hub "A READY WRITER".

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Georgie98 6 years ago from UK Author

OK, thanks I'll take a look at it.

Thank you for your comment, it's always useful to read what another poet thinks. I believe any one poet could write poetry in many different forms. They may prefer a certain way no doubt, but I think it's still possible. Poetry comes from within, it's how you express those emotions that matters.

My poem Some People could've been written with much more anger, but I chose not to.

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ralwus 6 years ago

Wonderful strawberry sentiments Georgie. I nibble your neck with a love rub. xox Charlie bless you dear woman.

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Tom Cornett 6 years ago from Ohio

I followed Charlie here. What a wonderful poem about your grandfather. Many smiles to you. :)

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Georgie98 6 years ago from UK Author

Thank you Charlie and Tom for your kind words. They mean a lot. xx

Charlie you have a thing about nibbling on my neck don't ya! :) x

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KristenGrace 6 years ago from Philadelphia, PA

I quite enjoyed this poem. I could relate to it, in a different sense, in that I lost my aunt when I was younger. She was my best friend. Time heals, but not all wounds. Thanks for sharing this.

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Georgie98 6 years ago from UK Author

Thank you for enjoying it. :) No it doesn't heal all wounds. My head wouldn't be so messed up if it did! Haha!

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ralwus 6 years ago

LOL I like pretty toes as well.

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Georgie98 6 years ago from UK Author

Hahaha! Do ya really!?! Well my feet are too ticklish to have a pedicure and/or be painted. I tried painting them myself but I made such a hash job of it that I wiped them clean! Haha! Now I just file them and keep them as tidy as possible! Still tickles though.

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ralwus 6 years ago

My wife won't let me kiss her toes either, or even suck on them. She too is ticklish. :D

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ralwus 6 years ago

Is your neck just as ticklish, your ears? Woot!

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Georgie98 6 years ago from UK Author

I'm pretty much ticklish all over!

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