KETCHUP

I really can't believe he's gone.
The man that love me more than anything else.
The man that feels the pain twice as mine,
and the man that cries every time I cry.

The man that gives me almost everything I plead.
If it wasn't for him I will never savor the toys I had,
every chocolate he'd brought home from a hard days work.
The first cellular phone I ever had when I was in third grade.

I wasn't there during his last few days,
for I know that he will be there the next time I'm going to visit.
But no! the day that I'm suppose to visit him,
is that day that he's already inside the box.

I regretted the days, weeks, months, and years that i haven't told him
the words that a grandfather yearns for his favorite grand daughter,
the words I love you and Thank you,
are the sweetest words that old man would ever love to hear.

Every time I remember him I cried the same cry
I cried during his interment.
The same weep. The same lament.
I really can't imagine he's not on his favorite chair.

A week after the burial, I had a post-cognition
about the cause of his death.
It was a clear vision on why he cross the street,
he forgotten something to buy at the grocery.

That he remembered something I recently plead,
it was the brand of ketchup that I newly endorse to him.
This post-cognition of mine is still a secret to my family and
I secretly blame myself for the tragic incident he'd encounter.


 

Author's Note

T_T...

Reviews

[Steph]

i really like this. my grandfather passed away not too long ago. i still can't believe he's really gone. this is really relatable and nicely written. great job!

[Amata Luna]

I know the feeling of being in pain and blaming yourself for that pain. How sad your grandfather passed away... But don't worry, things happen for a reason and surely he would be happy to see you smiling and using still that ketchup brand that's been you're favorite. People you love may die, but the memories that you have with them will stay forever in your heart. So just smile. :)

[Jaidon (J-Don)]

This poem is moving. At first i thought your father was incarcerated but as i continued to read, i realized he passed away. its kinda sad but overall its a really good poem. Good-work !!

[Richard Layne]

This sounds very real. I tell you what--your grandfather knows you loved him. the last thing, i'm sure, he would want is for you to be guilty about anything. Just remember him and hell say a toast with it every time you use that ketchup.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

This is really sad... though a lot of it hit my heart, remembering memories of my own. Can't blame yourself, things happen that is out of our hands. You didn't know it would happen. Really nice memorable write.

[Gene Hiccup]

dee, stop blaming your self,some things are beyond our control and i think your grandpa will not like you to think that you're the cause of his death after all he loved you. Just pray for his soul everyday.

[CHRIS ANDES]

nothing will happen if you keep on blaming yourself..
...life must go on!!..
!!!!chill!!!!