Grandpa

I was just a kid
How could I know
The cessation of breath
Was the coming of death?

I was a child

When I saw him
In a box
That wild, cagey fox.

I was a baby boy

And I was not that far
From my mother’s breast
When I saw him at rest.

I‘ve always wondered

About the man.
Who he came to be
Was never mine to see.

I never knew my Grandpa.

I was just a little boy.
But when he left
I was introduced to death.