I saw the face of death tonight

His life passed in the end

a tear of blood

The purple of passion

I wore disrobed today

as to bed I go

on this night of

my grandfather’s hand

I held

the night he died

A saint’s tear

The life lived

and shed

in a moment the drop

of blood dried

Yet red right

outside his left eye

To heaven he ascends

I love him so and

always will in spite

of the life I held in

my hand tonight has left

But with me in spirit he will always be

Dec. 6. 2006