Monday, August 25, 2014

Did You See

Last week, on August 20, my grandfather passed away at age 92. He was a WWII veteran, hard worker, role model, organ player, and last but not least an amazing grandpa. He leaves a legacy of 8 children, 35 grandchildren, and 75 great-grandchildren. His funeral is tomorrow and I will not be able to attend but I wanted to show my respect. This is the poem for my grandpa, the least I could do.

Did You See

Did you see that little brown eyes
watched you while you lived your days?
They saw the light in your eyes
and looked up to all your ways.

Did you see that little brown eyes
observed you as you'd pull out Grandma's chair?
From what they saw Grandma was a queen
and she was always treated fair.

Did you see that little brown eyes

lit up when you'd let us climb on your back?
Mom would beg us to stop before
you'd have a heart-attack.

Did you see those little brown eyes

search for coins that fell in your favorite seat?
Unaware that the night before
You'd place them there for me.

Did you see those little brown eyes

squint in laughter as you'd draw on my hand?
A picture of a a kitty cat
would tickle more than I could stand.

Did you see those little brown eyes

watch intently as you told stories of before?
They imagined all the places you've been
and envisioned you a hero of war.

Now, did you know those little brown eyes

blinked and you were gone?
Clueless of what they should do
because you've been here all along.

Did you know those little brown eyes

are now filled with tears?
They miss seeing the Grandpa
they loved through all the years.

Do you see these little brown eyes

looking to heaven above?
Praying for comfort and peace,
pleading for God's love.

Did you know these little brown eyes

look now to the future ahead?
They belong to a young man now
who remembers your example, the things that you said.

I can make you proud, I promise.

Keep watching and you'll see.
By following your example
you're still alive through me.

I will share the wonderful news

until the very end.
That because of Him, these little brown eyes
will see your face again.










Because of Him 

death has no sting 

the grave has no victory