• Worriedly I step into the old blue truck
    Anxious for the news
    My grandfather has not been well.
    He leaves behind a large old house
    And my grandmother, all alone.
    Sadly she packs up
    And sells what she cannot take,
    But leaves one thing to me.
    Lying on the back of the old black vinyl chair,
    Where at last he sat day in, day out,
    A checkered blanket.
    The black and white so faded,
    Still carries his lingering smell,
    And I hold it close and cry,
    I couldn't even say goodbye...