Matthew (RIP)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

It was my first year of high school. Seems like forever ago. But I will always remember you.

"Good morning beautiful," is what he would say to me
At the beginning of every French class
And stand in the doorway waiting for my arrival
Every French class
We were fourteen back then
And like any fourteen-year-old girl
I'd roll my eyes at him to show him I didn't care
But I did
And I would smile as soon as he wasn't looking
Last  year of high school came
And I sat in my Religion class listening to the morning announcements
There had been a terrible car accident on the road
Everyone in the vehicle died
I can't remember now if Matt was the passenger or driver
All I understood was that the popular and cute kid I had in my grade 9 French class had passed away
I felt sad. Sure.
But it would take years,
for the gravity of the situation to finally sink in
The boy  who'd always stand at the front door, welcoming me to French class
and call me beautiful
was now dead

Submitted: November 10, 2015

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Joe Kent Roberts

We always need to tell them we Love them, or appreciate them, because we never know if we will see them again. I lost my 15-year-old son in a car accident. I lost my 19 year-old daughter in a car accident. The last thing she said to me was, "See You Monday Popster."

Tue, November 10th, 2015 9:46am


Wow... that is beyond heartbreaking. I am still sad about losing a classmate almost 2 decades ago. But to lose your children! No words can come close to telling you how incredibly sorry I am.

Tue, November 10th, 2015 1:53am


We all need to show others that we care about them, and words spoken to others with nothing more will never help our conscious if they should die -- and I've had about 9 years of experience from this world of extremely cold heart Christians not even having one kind word to speak, let alone not parting with even a crumb for others in need. When Yehovah's kingdom comes -- all will love each other as meant to be.

Tue, November 10th, 2015 12:43pm


Very true. We always need to show others how much we care, because tomorrow they may be gone. Thank you dear friend for stopping by.

Tue, November 10th, 2015 5:02am

Jeff Bezaire

There are so many people in our lives who we don't realize make such an impact until they're gone, whether they move away, lose interest in you or pass away. It's only when they're gone that we realize how different we feel, how empty the day is without them there. It's a terrible feeling and a sad moment when it sinks in. Love those around you as much as you can, because you never know when their last day will be.

Wed, November 11th, 2015 6:41pm


That is very true. Thank you for giving it a read.

Sat, November 14th, 2015 12:39am

Miss Lea

Sorry for the loss that you experienced Cris. Still, as with everything, the amount of sorrow one feels is the equivalent to the amount of joy and love that was experienced. Your sadness is a testimony to him, that he was loved and his life made a difference. Thanks for letting the world know

Fri, September 23rd, 2016 9:25am


Thank you so much for the kind words. Your comment meant a lot to me Miss Lea.

Mon, September 26th, 2016 6:37am

Ethan Howard

A beautiful poem. Makes me think of my mother and the people I served with and lost in Iraq.

Wed, August 2nd, 2017 10:34pm


I can only imagine how hard it must be to lose such close people. Thank you for reading. It means a lot to me.

Sat, August 5th, 2017 12:14am


Such an expressive piece. Very well penned even though it's such a tragic story. May he forever rest in peace.

Tue, October 24th, 2017 4:40pm


Thank you dear. Not a lot of people read this poem, so thank you for the comment.

Wed, October 25th, 2017 12:48am

D. Thurmond aka JEF

Well written and touching, thanks.

Tue, May 29th, 2018 5:05pm


Thank you so much.

Tue, May 29th, 2018 9:59pm

Sharief Hendricks

Sad but beautiful poem Criss

I pictured when you said you rolled your eyes...

yes life is short and most of the time it is unfair...but we must keep a positive outlook as difficult as that is sometimes.

a powerful reminder indeed, nothing is guaranteed, not even the next hour, let alone tomorrow...

well done , you are so talented !!!

Ps. I have made my way through 9 chapters of "The Things he Shattered"...its a tough read for me for obvious reasons... but I'm pushing on and I want to know how it ends and if justice will be the way, it gave new meaning to Friday 13th...

Mon, June 22nd, 2020 12:01pm


Thank you so much!!!
Matthew was a really sweet kid and left an impression on me, even 20 years later i still think about how shocked i felt when i found out he died.
Nothing is guaranteed. You certainly got that right.
It really means a lot to me that you took the time to read and comment.

Mon, June 22nd, 2020 9:20am

tom mcmullen

Tragic and sad, but well written Criss!

Mon, June 29th, 2020 12:12am


Thanks Tom.

Sun, June 28th, 2020 11:36pm


I remember i had a friend who was very bright and shy but he was so funny. He jumped off something i heard some years later and his death was one that always bothered me. I never was close but did see him as good school friend. Im so sorry for the countless tragidies you have had to endure. (Im going to partly quote something here) Nothing hits harder then life, and it will beat you down perminatly if you let it. Anyone can say "I dont have whats mine cause of this person or this thing" You see life aint about how hard YOU can hit. Its about how hard you can GET HIT, and keep getting up and moving forward.

Thu, August 6th, 2020 8:49pm


You have so many good quotes. Thank you so much. Reading your comments always brightens my day.

Tue, August 11th, 2020 10:33pm

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