I wasn’t ready to let you go.
Even though you told me countless time that it was time.
I can’t get that through my mind.
As i wasn’t ready to let you go.

It wasn’t meant to be that way.
Why did i came home late on purpose that day.
Why didn’t i sleep with you on your last night and stay.
It wasn’t meant to be that way.

The scene that happened on 15th August 2008 plays
time and time again through my brain.
It has been weeks and days
But i still cry in agony over the pain.

With my whole body trembling as i stepped into your room, i bend
I reach out and take you by the hand
and cried ”Wake up Grandfather! I’ve reached!”
You layed there lifeless and  slipped.

No! i scream, as tears filled my eye
This cannot be happening! i cry
I beg you to stay.
This cannot be happening this way.

The memories and the days that i had spent
with you, would never fade away.
It took a few seconds for your life to end.
It took a few seconds for a lifetime of pain and sorrow to begin.

Mom, will the tears ever dry?
I ask this as i wipe my eyes.
I’m told in time. But i don’t think so.
I wasn’t ready to let you go.

This poem describes what had happened briefly and how i’m feeling now. You came into my dream for the 2nd time last night. I want to see more of you again. Even though it’s just a dream. To my late Grandfather, I wasn’t ready to let you go..