Grandpas sick
You tell me
I just wanted to let you know that grandpa is sick
Okay
Grandpa is sick
Is all you say
Okay
I say not asking the questions burning on my tongue
Burning on my heart
Grandpa is sick
You tell me again
The next week
I Know
I remind you
He is really sick
You say but still I trap the questions in my mouth
The questions that have started an inferno in my soul
Grandpa is sick
You tell me as you get in the car to see him
Leaving me
With this forest fire in my body
Grandpa is sick
I tell myself as I scroll through Instagram
Grandpa is sick
My mind screams at me
Grandpa is dead
What?
NO.
I read the post again
The post my cousin had so beautifully and unknowingly crafted
Not knowing that I was not knowing that
Grandpa is dead
My breath catches and the tears
Only fuel the raging flames
That have claimed home
In my heart
My eyes
Bleed my sorrow
My cheeks
A canvas of my pain
Grandpa is dead
You tell me
But I already know
YOU ARE READING
the blood of my heart
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. Some are fun and lighthearted, while others are deep and meaningful. A mixture of spoken word and short poems. I will continue to add poems weekly. My heart is in your hands.
