'my Grandfather'* timothy r gates, 2/16/2013

I wept when my Grandfather
died,
ninety-one
ready after six months of
dying -
said his good-byes.
turned and whispered,
"Wait a minute, Lord,"
only to tell Grandma.
"See you later."
He fell asleep
for the last night.
I hear his whisper
daily, storytelling,
the gene pool obvious,
his blessed repose
my resurrection.
* I trust my grandfather in his blessed memory as I did when we sat face to face. "Old souls" or "soul friends" - he opened the way for me to know that such beauty in sadness and joy.