Last night, my grandfather passed away after living over nine decades on this Earth. I am so blessed to have been able to have him in my life and have a relationship with him. Because he lived so long, I had a chance to get to know him as an adult, and I think that has made a big difference in who I am now. Today, words came to me that expressed my feelings about his passing. I was waiting for more to come, but this was all that surfaced. By far, this is the shortest poem I've ever written, and I guess that's because there is no more to say. He was a great man.
Hole
by Leslie Williams
by Leslie Williams
Just
because my grandfather died
doesn’t mean
the world has just ended…
…but
it does mean the end of
a part of my world.