I lost my Grandfather to a heart attack when I was 17. I had trouble coping, especially because it was so sudden, so I wrote him this poem.
Your presence still lingers within my core,
Leaving memories that will never fade.
Why can't I cast my eyes on you once more?
For a whiff of your love and smiles I pray.
How can I comprehend a tragedy
Committed by your kind yet cruel, cold heart?
That gave out when faced with difficulty,
That gave up when things got a little hard.
Heart! Be damned into the lowest of planes.
My own can be a savior for us both.
Our blood may join and run in the same veins,
If just upon life you would take an oath.
Yet I know that my efforts are in vain
For that cruel heart won't let the kind remain.
© 2021 Laila Hashem