Grandpa is missing
When Remi comes to Grandma's house,
He races to the doorway;
He leaps and barks then stops and looks.
There should be someone more here.
The one who'd set him on his lap
And never seemed to mind it;
Not the doggy breath nor the mess he left,
He was always full of kindness.
He always had a treat for him;
Remi knew just how to get it.
If he'd sit real still, beg with all his will,
He would have that tasty tid-bit.
But now this special man was gone,
The one that some called Grandpa.
The scent had grown faint, of this wonderful saint,
None was left but dear old Grandma.
He could tell that Grandma missed him too.
She spoke his name quite often,
And when he asked with his eyes, her answers were cries
That his body was in a coffin.
But Grandma then would smile at him,
Like she understood his sadness.
And as their eyes met, she would start to pet
Their sorrows away to to gladness.