Gandy
by: trista groulx
How do you describe,
with only your words,
the man who ignited
your imagination?
Always challenging you
to another level,
with his strange,
silly mind games
For you were far too
you to understand,
what exactly he sought to unleash
It was some silly
little tit for tat,
or a nonsense note
hidden in your book
But he always did it with good
reason,
for your pen always
wrought revenge
Unleashing in you the
potential to be great,
he knew the power of
your words
It always was locked deep within,
and he knew exactly where to find the key
He found a new
door to your imagination,
he discovered the power of
your pen
How do describe with
only your words,
how it feels to lose
the man who freed your talent?
Done with those
strange, silly mind games,
his almost childish tit
for tat
From there your words
will always flow,
it was his inspiration
which made it so
Sadly, now he will
never know,
the heights he aspired
you to achieve
All because he knew how
to set free,
the power of your
written words
a/n: dedicated to Gandy, my grandfather, that's what we called him, and i could not think of a better title