A/N: i wrote this when my grandpa died. enjoy!

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The flowers are starting to wilt
Ididn't get to see him so now there's a constant guilt

Tears inch down sad faces
But tomorrow they'll continue with their lives in their normal places

Wearing all black and overwhelmed by grief
Thank god the memorial service will be brief

My world's spinning too fast and beginning to crumble
Contently in one heaven's clouds he'll be bundled

Blessed by angels with heavenly grace
He's probably gazing upon the Father's holy face

As I box up his blood donor shirts and his old garden gnome
I realize thatPapa didn't die he just went home.

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by the way, the flowers wilting refers to like flowers that people put on graves and i meant to tie it in with the "wearing all black..." always donated blood whenever hecould so that where the blood donor t-shirts reference comes from. and he had a garden gnome that he adored. and i called him Papa. so i think that's it. review!