Grandpa\\\'s Boots

Aziza S

Your old pair were older than me

I decided it was time

For new ones that would shine

I figured you’d agree


You wore them for a year


Time after you has been a bit of a blur

I remember grabbing them after your service

Leaving in a hurry, being nervous

But three years later, I didn’t know where they were


For months, I was saddened and confused

I lost them, already–your last pair of shoes


The thing was, I needed them!

I couldn’t let you them go

A reminder of you home

My keepsake, my ruby slippers, my hidden gems!


My search came to an end.

They were gone; that was the truth

They were gone, just like you

  • Author: Z (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2023 04:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: my grandpa was played the role of both my parents. when he passed, i didn\\\'t process his death until years later. i harbored my grief for a long time. losing the boots did make me incredibly sad but that was the key in me accepting his death and letting myself move on
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10


  • Myth

    That is great emotions. . Sometimes small random items may mean a lot to us ..

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