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I miss you…

I thought that all my tears were gone,
But of course the world must prove me wrong.
Truth be told I didn’t have a reason to cry…
But then again, does one really need a reason why?

It has been a while since I felt the pain,
But this pain is no longer the same.
It is more powerful… stronger,
I guess that absence does make the heart grow fonder.

When you left so did I…
It is the truth... my heart never lies.
You didn’t want to leave but you couldn’t say no.
It was inevitable, you had to go.

I sit and try to recall the memories.
They are very few and are fuzzy.
My remaining memories of you are bitter and sweet,
One of you dying one of me playing around your feet

From me life took away you,
I was deprived of the thing I will never do.
Things left undone and words unspoken…
These things are the reason that I am broken.

Never again will I receive a tap,
For refusing to take a nap.
I won’t have your arms to comfort me,
Or tell me that whatever will be will be.

I will never get to wear your old cap,
Nor will I get to sit in your lap.
I won’t have to miss you because you would always be near.
If you were around there would be no reason to fear.

God I miss you so much.
What I wouldn’t give just to feel your touch,
To hear your voice, your laughter, to see you again…
But of course I won’t… hence my pain.

In a few years I may forget you…
Can you forgive me if I do?
My memories are not crystal clear…
With time I will forget the one I hold dear.

McDuck you had a good spirit and a heart of gold!
10 years ago the world lost a pure good soul.
Of course we weren’t all perfect, not you nor I…
But you were the closest one to it in my eyes…

I can’t help but think as I lay a broken mess on the floor
I should have said this more,
I know that you will always watch over me from afar…
Thank you and I love you grandpa…
:icondarkredcrystal:

Author's Comments

On the 26th of April, 1999 my grandpa, McLawrence, died.
This was writen in memory of him... we used to call him McDuck for kicks. We miss you grandpa!

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:iconiniquitire:
wow...i love the fact that though your memories were not clear...this poem was clear enough to portray what you felt. I like it a whole lot. keep it up :D my condolences

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:bulletblack:The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel *~* Horace Waldpole:bulletblack:
:icondarkredcrystal:
thank you chai....thanks for all that you have done for me though you dont realize it so thanks

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:iconiniquitire:
what have i done? O.O :confused:

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:bulletblack:The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel *~* Horace Waldpole:bulletblack:
:icondarkredcrystal:
so so much chai...words arent enough... thanks anyway

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:iconiniquitire:
i...hate when that happens...when idk wth i did...frankly i don't do anything -blink...blink-

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:bulletblack:The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel *~* Horace Waldpole:bulletblack:
:icondarkredcrystal:
correction you dont do anything that you are aware of... i cant tell you what you do but i can tell you thanks for it!!!

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:iconiniquitire:
:( not really helping cuz...maybe I'm not the one doing it...maybe I look like it but its really a result of someone else's doing? :confused: guess i'm really unaware?

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:bulletblack:The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel *~* Horace Waldpole:bulletblack:
:icondarkredcrystal:
sorry for confusing you! lol but dont worry trust me!

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:iconiniquitire:
...trust you...ok...
i'm naturally confused...no bigz >.>

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:bulletblack:The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel *~* Horace Waldpole:bulletblack:

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