(For the story behind this poem, please read the summary above, if you haven't done so already.)
Mere words fail to say
All the emotion my heart wishes to portray
Anger, hurt, and intense sadness
These emotions I just can't express
When I heard the news, I fell apart
It felt as though a knife had attacked my heart
The words nobody wants to hear
Fell upon my devastated ears
I couldn't believe it; it couldn't be true
Without my grandad, what would I do?
Wasn't there a way to bring him back?
Just for five minutes, that's all I ask
Just for the chance to say goodbye
To share a joke, and not have to cry
To hold him close and breathe in his smell
To kiss him once more, and bid him farewell
But above all things, what I wouldn't give
If just for five more minutes he was allowed to live
There isn't one thing I wouldn't do
To hear him just say, "Lavinu!"
Our own little way of saying, "Loving you"
At the same time, we'd say it right on cue
You may think that it sounds cheesy
But it means so much because he picked it up so easily
It was the last word we said to eachother
Now I struggle to say it to another
The phrase will always remind me of him
And the funny way he'd say it with a pleasant grin
It's been a week, yet it feels like years
I wonder if I'll run out of tears
He was the loveliest man there ever could be
He will always be so precious to me
A/N: As the poem explains, "lavinu" (pronounced lah-vin-ooh) is my grandad's and my way of saying "loving you". We always said it to eachother, every time we saw eachother, without fail, followed by a kiss and a cuddle. The last time I saw him was 2 days before he died. He had his foot in pot and was upstairs in his bed,and I was about to leave the house, when I paused and ran back upstairs. I gave him a kiss and said goodbye, then we swapped a smile and said, "Lavinu!" I'm just happy knowing that the last word we shared was that one, because it meant so much between us.