Juli 5, 1988
There is no morning dew
They lower the casket
I will miss you
into the earth
I whisper "Granpa"
We sprinkle some dirt
And recall your banter
I think of your name
prepared and carved in stone
"Anderson" mine's the same
Is this how we're known?
How could I let it be
taken away from me?
Who is left to think me grand?
or offer a prayer lest I be damned?
You applauded me.
next to Gramma
You were proud
I often wonder
Who is really underground?
How can I forget?
The pictures remain
making time useless
You're still the same.
They say you were old
and have lived a full life---
their excuse
to somehow make it right
The grass is burnt
your flowers a wilted
in the noonday sun
However,
we know forever
Adjo for da
dyrbar, Farfar
Adjo
och tack sa mycket
1988
They lower the casket
I will miss you
into the earth
I whisper "Granpa"
We sprinkle some dirt
And recall your banter
I think of your name
prepared and carved in stone
"Anderson" mine's the same
Is this how we're known?
How could I let it be
taken away from me?
Who is left to think me grand?
or offer a prayer lest I be damned?
You applauded me.
next to Gramma
You were proud
I often wonder
Who is really underground?
How can I forget?
The pictures remain
making time useless
You're still the same.
They say you were old
and have lived a full life---
their excuse
to somehow make it right
The grass is burnt
your flowers a wilted
in the noonday sun
However,
we know forever
Adjo for da
dyrbar, Farfar
Adjo
och tack sa mycket
1988
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