Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap- A Poem About My Grandfather's Last Days

Tap, tap, tap, tap,

Went your fragile, frantic feet-

Trying, trying, oh so hard to walk, despite their frailty.

In your last days, you could not stand

But you would not take NO for an answer-

I watched you using all your strength to stand again

on your own two feet.

Then, you stopped...

Your eyes did not open so much anymore,

And your words were lost in the wind...

And I wanted so much, so much, so much,

To see you stand again.