Mr. Gross

I dedicate this poem I read to my co-worker,

my friend, and my so-called 'grandpa' -

Mr. Gross

- who has passed on.

I feel a warmth around me like your presence is so near,

And I close my eyes to visualize your face when you were here,

I endure the times we spent together and they are locked inside my heart,

For as long as I have those memories we will never be apart,

Even though we cannot speak no more my voice is always there,

Because every night before I sleep I have you in my prayer.

by LouiseOBailey

Your family, your friends, and I will miss you terribly, Mr. Gross.

I'm looking forward to seeing you again one day.

Rest In Peace.