The beating beat of the heart.
Has haunted me for years.
The Beeping beep of the machine.
The ending of it was near.
Oh I remember the beating beat of your heart,
as it slowly stopped.
I remember how I felt when it did,
and how there was no breath, to be breathed.
Bump bump, bump bump, bump bump.
Your heart was like a drum.
You kept the beat through life's song.
I loved to hear that Bump bump,
but I guess I won't hear it,
no more.
Your life's song,
ended.
I will miss you Grandpa.
Rest in peace, rest in peace . . .
