I got the call a little after noon
I still remember mother’s voice and tone
“Grandpa will be passing very soon”
I don’t remember hanging up the phone

The sky was gray and trying not to cry
Allowing only tiny drops to fall
How can a man prepare to say “good-bye”
To one he loves and cares for most of all

In bed he lay, asleep in deepest rest
His breaths were shallow, weak and very few
I held his hand as from this world he left
His face looked nothing like the man I knew

My father wept, a broken man was he
A man my son will someday see in me