Memory

by an ordinary granddaughter
of an extraordinary grandfather

It all started
with a phone call
From my father alone
and no other
With that one call
my whole world fall
I'll never see him again
My Grandfather

To him I write this
with all my heart
For he's my idol
my inspiration, my core
Throughout my childhood
he cycles to the mart
To buy me things
he knows I longed for

I missed him dearly
my heart torn to pieces
To not be there
when he needed me most
Now all that's remained
is reminiscence
Now all that's remained
is the memoir of a ghost

6th December 2007