Eulogy Poem

The first eulogy poem I ever wrote. It's about how futile this band of poetry is.

The Eulogy Poem

The truth is

I could write a thousand poems

All of them beautiful

But at the end of each stanza

You’re not going to be any less dead

You’re not coming back

And I may never see your adorable grin

Never kiss you hello or tell you how much I love you

I may never laugh at your simple charm

I may never have an adventure with you again

Or ride a rollercoaster

Or cook wearing matching chef hats

Or stare at you marvelous, huge hands

With spots of yellow and blue and little black hairs poking through like daisies

Always cold that made me so warm

I may never see you again, Grandpa.

But I will always love you, I swear

I wish I had spent more time upstairs with you

Instead of watching T.V.

I wish that I had lain with you in bed more

Read more stories

Got more kisses.

But nothing I write here is going to change that.

At the end of the day

This is just a poem I wrote for my creative writing class

It’s not going to bring you back

Or tape in more memories in our book

This poem isn’t going to tack up any extra jokes or smiles

It is only going to simply be graded and handed back

But if this poem does anything

I hope it is whispered through your ears wherever you are

At that you know I’m not just writing this for the sake of writing a good poem

I am writing this because I think of you, Grandpa

And sometimes I get angry with myself for not thinking of you more

I hope that wherever you’re eating chocolate ice cream

And reading in your big chair

That you know

That I love you

And how you’ve touched me

And you’ve taught me

To live with dignity and honor

Laughter and sternness

Bravery and creativity

Entrenched in my every movement

Just like you.