Anastacio: A Spirit Soul

I wrote this poem for my grandfather after he had passed in September 2013. It was my first experience losing someone to death. I remember feel my heart freeze inside me because I didn't have a previous relationship with death. I guess some of that could be due to the enlightened sense of humor he himself had about death. For me the hardest part was having my parent, loose theirs. Which I now as a mother myself, understand even MORE now, than I did writing this poem. I wanted to post it because I have written many things I have never shared, and now I have a platform to do so, and I hope this poem thaws someone heart the way it did for me.

It’s hard to believe he’s gone,

But I’d rather he rests in peace than suffers to carry on.

No longer be trapped in an abstract cage,

One last show to set the stage

One last performance to win our hearts,

The way it always starts.

Of course, we’ll miss the way he used to tease,

But whine and moan if you please.

so, there is no need to cry.

Just remember him and his smile, in all actuality it’s only a

short while.

We’ll see him, almost too soon it seems,

And he will always be watching over us peeking through the clouds in the sun beams.

We will never forget the stories he used to tell,

So, in love with him we fell.

So don’t be sad,

Just remember the times you had.

And remember his presents will leave us never,

Because in our hearts he’ll live forever."