GRANT JOHN HENDRIKSZ

27/06/1965 - 01/09/2025

One Last Normal Day

I wanted one last normal day,
Before I saw you fade away.
Your hair is thin, your skin turns grey,
And I can’t stop time, no matter how I pray.

Your eyes are yellow, your lips turn blue,
But I still see my father when I look at you.
I hold your hand, but it feels so cold,
A goodbye I was never ready to be told.

The room hums softly, machines keep their beat,
But nothing can warm this empty seat.
I whisper “I love you,” though you can’t reply,
And wait as the hours crawl slowly by.

What is normal? It’s gone, it’s through.
The world feels broken, and so do I too.
If I could have anything, I’d trade it away,
For one last smile, one last normal day.

a poem by your daughter Willow