Egg opens, ponies twirl
Grandpa's love forever near
In my heart he dwells
Today is a bittersweet day for me. It's my maternal grandpa's birthday today. Even when I woke up today I felt the buzzing morning energy to be absent - it was all gloomy and dim. My heart was just not into today. Grabbing a simple breakfast of toast and milk I sat down munching on it absent-mindedly.
Putting away the dishes I went to the living room to relax because I felt my heart ready to burst. As I sat down on the couch I tried to calm down with some breathing exercises, looking around trying to distract myself - was a bad idea.
As my eyes fell on the purple - golden egg sitting innocently in the glass cabinet below the T.V. Taking it out and holding it like a delicate treasure I returned to the couch. Twisting the egg I watched it pop-open revealing a merry-go round with all the pretty little ponnies. Twisting the key I listened to the soft lullaby being played.
The little ponnies moved with the tune - it was mesmerising. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of my grandpa flooded my mind. He was someone who was confident in where he stands and how he stands - someone who impressed me to no end. I miss him more than words could express, the weight of his absence is felt very strongly on this day by me.
Letting the tune fill the space, I closed my eyes and let myself be consumed by the emotions swirling inside me. With the music box by my side I knew that grandpa may be gone but his love, wisdom and unique personality would always be with me - embodied in the music box he had given me. To me this musical egg is a tangible reminder of the bond we shared.
A caring grandparent is a blessing to have - and I am ever grateful for this blessing.
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Great job, the gratitude expressed for the blessing of a caring grandparent resonates with us who cherish similar relationships, this touching tribute reminds us of the enduring power of love and the precious memories that continue to live on in our hearts, thank you very much for sharing, love you Staringale!
Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️ This was a beautiful tribute to him!
Loved this!!! He left his indelible mark on your heart...you carry his DNA, so I'm sure you have some of his character traits, too.
Actually it was filled with familial love. Final line is YES!!!