An Eight-Year-Old's Goodbye

I was introduced to death
At a fairly early age
When three grandfathers
Went and passed away

I shook his freezing hand
Maybe I was too young
But I understood
That he wasn't done

Through the years I wondered
What it would be like
To have just one grandfather
With me in my life

One in particular
Loved me way too much
I guess I never thought that
His lifeline could be touched

This is no time for mourning
Or thinking of that
But I miss him dearly
And I can't get him back