A monody is a poem in which one person laments another’s death, as in Tennyson’s Break, Break, Break, or Wordsworth’s She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways. (Also see Dirge, Elegy, Epitaph)
Dear Grandpa, you’ve been gone so long,
I was a teenage girl when you sang your last song,
I didn’t know all the things I know today,
I’m scared to know the things you knew when you went out of play,
Grandma cries every year on my Birthday,
She’s weaker now, but she still has her cheerful way,
Remember when we last played chess?
I don’t either, I suppose I could guess.
I only beat you three times, once if I’m to be truthful,
Because the other two times you were having trouble getting a breathful.
It’s hard to remember your face, your eyes, the wrinkles on your hands,
But sometimes I want to cry because we had this connection and you and I, we understand,
Through reading books and playing games to challenge the mind,
That’s what you do when your not physically able to find,
Much way to be physically active how you want in life,
How I wish there was a life to live without strife.
But ages past, I’m thirty now. I’m all grown up,
While you drink up your heavenly cup,
Life is hard some days Grandpa –you knew,
I wish it was something neither of us had to go through.
Someday I’ll see you again when you’re young,
You’ll appear how you did when you had great lungs.
You won’t smoke, you won’t need nicotine carcinogen drugs, you’ll be fine.
And I will see you there as the steps I take lead me closer to my end of time.
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