Literature
Grandpapa's Gift
On Saturday night, the new maid won't say,
but she saw the wheelchair start to sway.
The following Monday, while you're tucked in tight,
at first the babies cried,
then my grandpapa died.
His skin though sallow seemed to give off a faint glow.
And his cheeks rose high,
presumably smiling.
Oh glorify God for his peaceful taking,
a-cause when grandpapa left, it's as though he was sleeping.
It was quick at the funerary,
there's nothing more to shed.
We returned with the old lady,
the only sibling grandpapa left.
That same Monday night,
while some might have tucked in tight,
after everything was over,
yours truly has had a r