Grandpa

How can I express my love,
When I don't know what to say?
How can I unveil what's lost,
When he's not yet gone away?

He was the rock
That we all leaned on,
Though he spoke
Very few words.

I know I cannot change a thing,
Though now I wish I could
Go back to when I was a kid
And spend more time with him.

I'm sorry for the small ones,
Who don't really understand;
I wish they could know him better,
Though they probably won't remember.

I want him to be here forever,
Though I know it's selfish of me;
He belongs with Jesus,
Who he's going home to see.