I knew he was going to leave today
The feeling was a familiar one
I couldn't be there for him
1200 miles away
but I knew I had to speak to him
I had to say the words everyone else
Was too afraid to say.
The phone couldn't reach the room
Where my grandfather lay
He would speak no more
But he could hear
And I could speak.
I had to ask my temp job boss
“Can I make a call?”
I didn't really care what her answer
Was going to be,
Nothing would keep me from this call
Standing outside the middle of
The Denver tech mecha
the only thing
that connected me to
Pop-pop was
my mother's cell phone
Held to his ear
1200 miles away
“It's ok to go,
I've sent my angel friends
To walk you home.”
My mother's voice breaks the silence
On the other end,
“He's smiling!
He's closed his eyes.”
I felt good
Knowing
That his last smile on earth
Was mine.