Ribbon of Memories

The resplendent shaft of orange love,
Emanating with my grandfather’s care.
Like the remnant of a Phoenix’s,
Just before its self-sacrifice,

The ribbon was the last he had before his death,
The ribbon’s silky texture, thin,
But curved with intricate fabrics,
Of my grandfather’s love, long gone.
Trickling and leaking with profound memories.

Memories that stifle me,
Memories that seize my heart with grief,
Memories of my grandfather’s suffering,
His agonising suffering –

The hoarse coughs signifying the approaching death,
Lung fibrosis gripping and suffocating his heart,
Abominably shredding his heart into fragments,
Shattered with defeat.

My grandfather was drained of life,
But a grin glimmered on his corpse,
For his love was embedded in one item:
The ribbon, his ribbon.