My poem...
My poem...:
I wrote this poem to my grandfather, who passed away when I was almost 12 years old (1986). I wrote it while staying at my grandparents house in Italy, when I was almost 16 years old (1990).
To give you some background, I am one of their only 4 grandchildren (my mom is an only child), and they referred to us as their 4 jewels..
'Nonno' is the Italian word for 'grandpa'...
NONNO
As I came into this world on that sunny August morning
The waiting room was filled with hope that the news wouldnt be a warning
This one large man stood out from the crowd as he shouted, gosh, so loud
'Be careful doctors, take it slow, this is their grandpa here...and proud'
This man was always near us as we cried our first few tears.
He made us happy, brought us joy, as the months turned into years.
'Nonno' this, and 'Nonno' that, was all we began to say.
He listened and spoke back to us,
and we always got our way.
'I want ice cream, I want toys'
'Dolls for girls and trucks for boys'
The word N-O he could never say,
It would give this man such pain.
Money, he had, and these four little jewels
drove the man insane
God Bless you Nonno, you were the best
Since you've been gone, i've changed.
You closed the bright light in my world, and my life is rearranged.
Being in your house without you here, makes it even worse.
Everything here reminds me of you,
and I think 'why couldnt I go first ?'
Seeing my loved ones being taken away
has been an infinite disaster.
But when your turn came...it was not the same...
I was like a puppy...without a master.
Seeing your tombstone gets me depressed.
I wish I could kiss your face.
It's now four years and it seems like twenty
'Cuz i'm living at a slower pace..
You'll always have a place in my heart
and your smile before my eyes.
I miss you so much, words cant say,
But i've got to realize...
Just how ugly the truth can be
That Nonno is gone forever...
When it crosses my mind, 'I'll never see him again',
I get angrier more than ever..
I would like to end this here, because I told you how I feel
If I could turn back time, grandpa, today you would be real.
Hugs and kisses, coming straight from the heart...
From one of your daughter's twins...
The one who saw, that in the game of life,
The loser always wins.
TI AMO.
*Thanks for letting me share...I'm in this writing mood now ! not so much poetry, but it got me digging out some of my favorite essays, journals, poems, etc...
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I wrote this poem to my grandfather, who passed away when I was almost 12 years old (1986). I wrote it while staying at my grandparents house in Italy, when I was almost 16 years old (1990).
To give you some background, I am one of their only 4 grandchildren (my mom is an only child), and they referred to us as their 4 jewels..
'Nonno' is the Italian word for 'grandpa'...
NONNO
As I came into this world on that sunny August morning
The waiting room was filled with hope that the news wouldnt be a warning
This one large man stood out from the crowd as he shouted, gosh, so loud
'Be careful doctors, take it slow, this is their grandpa here...and proud'
This man was always near us as we cried our first few tears.
He made us happy, brought us joy, as the months turned into years.
'Nonno' this, and 'Nonno' that, was all we began to say.
He listened and spoke back to us,
and we always got our way.
'I want ice cream, I want toys'
'Dolls for girls and trucks for boys'
The word N-O he could never say,
It would give this man such pain.
Money, he had, and these four little jewels
drove the man insane
God Bless you Nonno, you were the best
Since you've been gone, i've changed.
You closed the bright light in my world, and my life is rearranged.
Being in your house without you here, makes it even worse.
Everything here reminds me of you,
and I think 'why couldnt I go first ?'
Seeing my loved ones being taken away
has been an infinite disaster.
But when your turn came...it was not the same...
I was like a puppy...without a master.
Seeing your tombstone gets me depressed.
I wish I could kiss your face.
It's now four years and it seems like twenty
'Cuz i'm living at a slower pace..
You'll always have a place in my heart
and your smile before my eyes.
I miss you so much, words cant say,
But i've got to realize...
Just how ugly the truth can be
That Nonno is gone forever...
When it crosses my mind, 'I'll never see him again',
I get angrier more than ever..
I would like to end this here, because I told you how I feel
If I could turn back time, grandpa, today you would be real.
Hugs and kisses, coming straight from the heart...
From one of your daughter's twins...
The one who saw, that in the game of life,
The loser always wins.
TI AMO.
*Thanks for letting me share...I'm in this writing mood now ! not so much poetry, but it got me digging out some of my favorite essays, journals, poems, etc...
