It started with a piece of candy,
And ended with a piece of candy.
Like this piece of candy on which I currently suck.
I cannot describe how much I hated that church,
The church where no one cared about me.
The church where I was a no one,
Invisible,
Until I met him...
That old man,
Who tugged on my hair,
and gave me a piece of candy.
Several tugs, Several pieces
Until it was his affection,
His attention, his conversation
Not his candy,
That I looked forward to.
Mr. Sherrow
That was his name.
It took me a while to realize
That he was dying from cancer.
Yet he was the happiest man I ever met.
No longer was he that old man,
He was my "grandfather"
The grandfather I never knew.
Months passed as he got weaker,
And his appearance at that church
became fewer and fewer.
Eventually he stopped coming.
Learning that he stopped his medication,
I visited him more and more.
First at his house
Then at Hospice.
Cherishing the few moments that remained
The day was sunny,
And everyone was happy.
The phone rang...
The church.
Tragic news.
"Mr. Sherrow is now
With our Father in heaven."
And with that the tears overflowed
I had lost my friend,
My grandfather,
That happy old man.
So I sit here
Candy in my mouth
Tears overflowing.
With a piece of candy
It began and it ended.
Goodbye my dear friend,
My grandfather,
You old man,
Mr.Sherrow
I can never forget that hope,
And that Happiness you gave me.
I can never forget you.
See you when I get there,
You and your bright-eyed smile.