A Letter To An Angel

I saw you lying frail and weak,
stretched across the bed,
You used to be so proud and strong,
Now you're nearly dead.

Your color is washed away,
You eyes are dim and broke,
Your body has been vandalized,
By that evil, crippling stroke.

It crept up like a shadow,
Snatched you like a hawk,
Grabbed you by the heart,
And now you will never walk.

But as I stand here beside you,
You look up at me and smile,
You're droopy mouth begins to stammer,
"It'll only be a while,"

I promised myself not to cry,
Not in front of you,
I know I'm suffering myself,
But I know you're suffering too.

I remember what you said,
That day you nearly died,
You said you saw Jesus Christ,
Kneeling by your side.

It lasted a whole 9 months,
You're suffering and your pain,
Until one day Jesus came and said,
"It's time to take you away,"

I held your hand as you saw the light,
As you breathed your last breath,
You were there for the start, my birth,
I am here for the end, your death.

I'll always love you, grandad,
I know you'll always be there,
I wish you'd never gone like that,
But then again, life isn't fair.