Candy

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.