This is a poem I wrote about the death of my grandfather.
probably fearing what they would say
and perhaps foreshadowing my actions as well
I had a feeling you were going to die
but went to the beach anyway,
saying I would see you next weekend
I didn't think I could deal with everything
and wanted to be away
Does that make me a bad person?
I've had guilt feelings for years now
even if I couldn't feel much then
Grandma says you used to take me to the mall,
even though you hated public places,
because it's what you do when you have grandkids
I couldn't bring myself to face you that last week,
and I'm not sure I could today,
even if it's what you do when you have a grandfather