Father's Dad
His health is turning bad
Father states how he might have to go
I interrupt, "Isn't Aunt visiting though?"
"She'll handle it, if problems appear"
Mom sides with me, "Stay this once, dear"
"Right now, noone needs you more than me"
Seeing he's not eager to go either, I plea
He finally caves in, the matter put to rest
"I'll check up on him. Don't get distressed"
Uncle says on call next day, to assure
Entire family unites to Grandpa's health ensure
A rare site indeed for a quarreling clan
Holding the fort for as long as they can
I say "We'll go too. As soon as exam's done
To take his blessing when I've won"
"If he'll last till then, I don't know"
Father tells me & mom, his voice low
We exchange looks, unsure what he's getting at
Who would ever say a thing such as that
Father's Dad
I'm now armor clad
While you delight in the care of your daughter
I struggle to keep my head above water
War's still away, but battles have commenced
My own insecurities & faults I go against
Loved ones gather all around you
Parents at my side, I've got support too
I know to falter now, means to yield
But your thought worries in battlefield
I yearn to be at your bedside
But alas, my hands are tied
Mom places a hand on my shoulder
"This helplessness, you must smolder
Take command, snap out of it
Now is not the time to quit
Pull yourself together, or you'll pay
You can't let your mind lead you astray"
I summon a weak smile as I nod
A mother's sixth sense, I applaud
Squeezing her hand, I meet her eye
An unsaid promise of my finest try
I take back the control of reins
Gathering the courage that remains
Father's Dad
We've some news had
Uncle has called asking dad to come
In a hurried panic, he wakes mum
They book dad's tickets at midnight
Father begins packing when it's bright
I wake up late to see him ready to leave
That he could stay- I was a fool to believe
He says he'll drop me before catching the train
I'm suddenly aware I'll have to alone sustain
With a troubled mind, I sit for the test
"He just wished you could give your best
If we told you the news, you'd waver
So we withheld at the cost of your disfavour"
Mother advocates as my world goes grey
"Your grandfather passed away yesterday"
I wish to drown in dark when limelight finds me
All contemplate what my next move will be
If I'll continue my battle or join father
Career or family- which will drift farther
"Of the both, only one path is sane
I need to make sure he didn't die in vain"
Mother supports my decision to not go
It's future consequence worries her though
"People will talk if we miss his cremation"
"I must bear this much for my aspirations
But I'm sorry that I'm holding you back too"
She sighs, "My role right now is to be beside you
To leave you alone, your struggles amid
My heart will never allow & your dad forbids"
As she begins crying, to study I leave
At a time such as this, I can't afford to grieve
Father's Dad
What else is left to add
When everything has been said & done
Not a care for the presence of this grandson
Couldn't you fight death for some days more
Till I could make it to your door
All I begged you for was to hold on
But without a word, you were gone
I would have thrown everything away
Your or mine- both our lives I weigh
You died but I'm the one who bled
Forbidden to mourn, I had to look ahead
My future was in jeopardy, couldn't you see
'Father's Dad' - Is that all you are to me?
Do I not get to ask you to stick around
Until the wildfire I'm stuck in, dies down
Whose betrayal hurts more
This heart can't say, still sore
A grandpa who departs too soon
Or a dad who doesn't tell me till noon
Now that exam's over, I regain my sense
Realising it all came at your expense
Now that I can, with what right do I mourn
I wasn't your favourite, neither the firstborn
Not the one who showed up first for your final rites
Or the grandkid who beside you woke nights
Nevertheless, I dab my eye to find it bone dry
My soul wants to scream but it's too late to cry
While everyone moves on, I'm stuck on your death
The mind can't find peace & I can't catch my breath
I drop to the groud from the loss that surrounds
Must the pain of your loss ache beyond bounds?
Father's Dad
I wonder if you'd be glad
If you could hear of the accomplishment mine
How I'll be the first doctor in your bloodline
Exam results came in today & I qualified
Yet on this joyous day, you're not by my side
You were a quack back in your day, it seems
Would you be proud that I fulfilled your dreams?
Father's Dad
On a random Tuesday, I'm sad
Your memory revives as tides in the ocean
And I'm suddenly overcome with emotion
The evening turns too quiet to endure
My soul still longing for a cure
Heart weighing down in dismay
A pen that now struggles to sway
The mind goes back to the days I miss
When as a child, your presence was bliss
The evening lessons that you taught
My beloved candies that you sought
I know you're in a better place
Seeing grandma's stress free face
Now that she's finally free
It wasn't all for bad, I agree
Garlanding your picture, I finally bow to fate
Realising I can't evade a checkmate
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Hey, people.
This poem speaks of a real life loss I've faced. Right before I went for my entrance exam a while back, father got a call regarding grandfather's deteriorating health. That was a blow to us at the worst time possible. My support system vastly suffered as my father rushed back home and while mother stayed back, her worried thoughts did more harm than good. Despite the best efforts of my family, grandpa didn't make it. His was the first death in my immediate family, so I wasn't prepared at all for the emotional toll that came along with it. But for the sake of my mother and everyone who had supported me throughout my years of preparation, I just couldn't give up. I put on a brave face and carried on the best I could. I know if I had attended his cremation, I wouldn't have been in the mental state to give my exam this year. That wasn't a worthless sacrifice I was ready to make. Millions of people give this exam each year and mere thousands make it- I just couldn't risk it all. In his final years, I regret not being close to him due to my studies. I hope he forgives me for the decision I took to not see him one last time. But I feel he would have wanted me choose this. Rest in peace grandpa, I miss you deeply.
The exam being talked about here is the one I've already shared about in my poetry 'Storm- The sudden nightmare'. Feel free to give it a read for some more context and a glimpse into how it went afterall.
Storm- The sudden nightmare
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I’m so sorry for your loss. Poor you!!! I wish you the best of days, and I could relate to that cause I lost my grandpa when I was little. Let’s cope with this together ToT
Hi Alex! Thank you for sharing this vulnerable poem - I'm so sorry for your loss. This is obviously an emotional and raw subject matter, and it takes a lot to put words to feelings and especially to publish it for others to see! I'm not sure how constructive this will be, but I wanted to share my thoughts nonetheless as I read through!
I can relate to this a lot - obviously, everyone goes through loss at different stages and processes grief differently, but the idea of not fully being able to process such a great loss in your life stands out to me. I understand feeling like I've "missed out" on someone's final years, and the feeling of regret that sticks with me is an added weight in the grieving process.
In terms of structure, I like that we begin each stanza with "Father's Dad" - it brings a sense of order/familiarity that touches upon the feelings of reconnecting with a deceased loved one. It's interesting to see how heavily the first stanza relies on dialogue; normally, I would say this doesn't work, but the natural flow created by the rhyme scheme works really well and almost makes it unnoticeable.
Wow... this part hit me. Living apart from most of my family, I know how this uncertainty feels and you've captured it perfectly here.
This stanza shows the clear internal conflict of trying to put on a strong front vs the temptation to just give in to overwhelming emotion. The pressure, too, from others to stay strong and appear "fine".
This phrasing is interesting. I'm assuming it's to lean into the rhyme scheme of "-ad" words at the beginning of each stanza, but I'm wondering if there's a slightly more natural way to say this? Right now it feels a little awkward on the tongue.
Here there's an expression of frustration, almost, in not being able to see him before getting back. The conflict shown between choosing a personal endeavor (the exam) over spending time with a loved one weighs on the speaker and is very apparent in this stanza - perhaps a sense of regret mixed in with this frustration as noted in the line "All I begged you for was to hold on". The speaker is revisiting this pain while it appears everyone else has moved on, and there is a complex layer of emotions weighing them down.
I love this line! It's simple but so powerful.
I like the ending. It seems like there's a feeling of resolve, or at least coming to terms with, the loss that the entire family feels. There's a bit of hope, especially as we get that the speaker passes the exam and feels pride in knowing the grandfather would be proud as well. I like that you've expressed the grieving process as if on a journey, and we go on it with you as readers! It makes us very connected to not only the speaker but the grandfather and other family members.
Thank you again for sharing! This was a beautiful piece.
Calamity
Hey, Calamity! Thank you for giving this a read and dropping such a wonderful review. Your comment reminded me of the loss all over again, but it doesn't hurt as much as it used to. It was particularly difficult to write but I wanted to publish it in case someone was dealing with a similiar loss and needed to know what they are feeling is completely valid. Yes, I agree "We've some news had" was a poor attempt at keeping the rhymes afloat. Now that it's brought to my attention again, I'll try to find an alternative for it that sounds more effortless. Thank you for your feedback, it has certainly been helpful. I appreciate your kind words, thanks again.
It is sad and reminds me of how my grandpa died from cancer. I was so small, that I can barely remember. He was in my home country, and we would try to visit every day once we got there. He died peacefully. We cheered him up and I will always remember him. You can make this poem into a song! I love the rhymes and how you structured it. I love how you put your emotions and creativity into this poem and I look forward to more of your poems! Keep writing!
Hey there, thanks for giving this a read and taking time out to review it. I'm so sorry for your loss. But I'm glad you could relieve your memories with your grandfather through my poem. I haven't written lyrics for a song before, but the idea's thrilling! And welcome to yes, hope you find it welcoming here
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