His name? Franz Biswurm, <br />His departure as shuddering as his movement, <br />Left us behind, <br />Rising into heaven, <br /> <br />For what he left, <br />We hold onto dear, <br />Pocket watch, television, <br />But most of all, his memories, <br /> <br />Wife left alone, <br />In a retirement home, <br />Only visited by children, <br />Once every 3 months, <br />Bringing children and gifts, <br />So she too may soon rest in peace, <br /> <br />Once joined in heaven, <br />Where they can relive their joys, <br />Such as fleeing to Canada, <br />Or caring for children's children, <br />All we can be sure of is that… <br />They'll be as happy as a newborn baby.<br /><br />Ethan Biswurm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandfather-s-clock-2/
