Monday, October 5, 2015

poem || Roger Still

Grandfather's Ghost

my world a sudden blue
because grands is gone
truth is:  I never called him
grands, not once
he shut my hand in a car door
did I ever tell you that
how it made me feel
like he didn't love me, didn't
know, like I was like the others like
I was no one and I still don't know
if he knows my name
but what the hell grands is gone
so why should I bother
being worried about all this
all it takes is the wrong person walking
in and it's all gone so I might as well
just calm the hell down
and see the beauty in the stain
see the beauty in the evil
and try to remember grands

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