On Days That Were Good

To my Grandfather. Say Hi, to Mom for me…

My grandfather took me to ball games at the stadium,
Buying me a gigantic cotton candy ball; I liked the blue ones.
Only the two of us knew of the screaming cheers,
The thumping stomps and those claps like firecrackers.

He would battle the rain with his umbrella,
Giving me my own; I did the same.
Always wearing his big red cap, I had one too,
And he guaranteed I never did anything bad

Because on bad days, trailing to school couldn’t be more
When he grabbed my hands, I didn’t stumble another step.
“Go, and we’ll get some candy later,” he whispered.
He knew I cherished those words; therefore I smiled, but once
The teacher took my hand,
I had to let go of his,
So I cried.

I can’t find my old red cap anymore;
Ball games became dull on television.
“We were supposed to get candy together,”
Realizing as I looked up into the sky…
I forgot my umbrella.

Author: nursesarereal

My nursing professor once said that keeping a journal, over time, will allow me to see growth. In myself? I’m not sure yet. I’m hoping. I like to believe that nursing school saved my life. Maybe I’ll have some fun doing this. Cheers.

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