Poem Post: Visiting Grandpa

I feel like I am making up for lost time with the blog. Here's a poem I wrote in 03-04 around the time my mother's father passed. It's a sad little thing but it captured my thoughts at the time.

visiting grandpa


i found him trembling in room 504

i remember thinking he looked like a defeated Indian chief

his face looked sad, brown and weathered

i combed his hair

and spoon fed him lunch

his bruised hands held mine

i am sure he doesn't know who i am

vast sadness filled those halls

with or without,

we all die alone.