Grandfather's Apostrophe

Your mortality was fleeting,

But the everlasting, ever haunting, immortality,

Lives on deep within me.

Vacantly I stood by your side,

Watching the tidal waves rise,

Fall,

Quiver,

Bubble,

And delicately break.

For years I watched you shrivel,

My own childish drivel soon became a passé excuse

For why I didn't venture out to see someone who was the very root of me.

Though your body shrank in it's demeanor,

Your heart never faltered

And your smile could embrace everyone's heart

With a sweetly somber joy,

Tugging on one's heart string

Like the gentle lull of an old song

That hadn't drifted through the air

For quite some time.

Nevertheless, both are divine,

But I wish I had just a little bit more time,

Just a bit more time-even just a moment,

To say goodbye.

Words still leak out to you,

Oh, how sometimes, I so badly

Just want to speak to you.

Would you be proud of me?

Have I turned out to everything

You ever thought your little piggy-tailed princess

Could possibly be?

More than a year has past,

That is, since you left me,

And yet,

I still wonder,

What could have happened

If only I hadn't let the differences make a sea between us,

What if I parted that sea?

Do you still hear me,

As I speak to you

Only in an apostrophe?

^I'm currently working on a poetry project for my junior english class, and there has to be atleast one original work included. I came up with this poem on my walk home from school.