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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

For my paternal grandfather Frank, who died 05/01/2011
Written 28/11/2018 and 04/12/2018

It’s hard to say that I’m sad

Because I barely remember. 

Yet sometimes it really

Hits me

Exactly what I’ve lost. 


In those moments I reflect 

On the blurry memories

And bright photographs 

Of my childhood;


Childish scrawl on a newspaper crossword,

Colourful lights, and giddy laughter 

Around the dinner table. 


Yet I cannot forget 

Dark, wet mornings leading 

Into January 

And the feeling of dread that

Something wasn’t quite right. 


I hear the echo of a song 

That makes my skin crawl and 

Shop light flash by,

Guiding the way to where 

I say goodbye for the last time. 

Submitted: December 11, 2018

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Bert Broomberg

It looks like you have got some really nice memories of your grandfather. Just cherish them, and one day they will pop into your mind more often than the sad goodbye. Good poem.

Tue, December 11th, 2018 9:11pm


Thank you! Truthfully most of my memories of him are based on photos and stories my parents tell. Apparently most of my memories from before the age of ten are completely useless and not of things I would like to remember at all ~ Seth

Tue, December 18th, 2018 12:39pm

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