My Best Friend
Grandpa, you’ll be my friend ’til the end.
I hear your name on the wind.
Grandpa, I love you now and I loved you then
I wish things could have been . . .
People used to criticize and scold you.
All I ever wanted to do was hold onto you.
I always felt I could understand you
and even if I couldn’t, I didn’t judge you.
I felt you deserved whatever you wanted.
Even if I did not agree. It was not me.
I wish you were still here.
I’d tell you I love you more.
If not – what is love really for?
I need to talk to you.
I need to smell your aftershave
when I kiss you goodbye.
That smell is a lullaby.
You taught me how to ride my bike.
We never even had a fight.
You were always there for me.
You tried to teach me right from wrong
and sometimes even a little song.
Is it wrong to feel so sad?
I wouldn’t want you to be mad.
It’s just that when I think of you I well up inside
and feel like I want to hide.
Why aren’t you here when I need you most.
When you’re gone I feel so lost.