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Stranger

May 8, 2016
By ElizabethWrites SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
ElizabethWrites SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.&quot;<br /> -Anne Frank


There is a vacant look in his eyes.
He looks out,
But takes nothing in.
"Grandpa!" I call out.
But he stares at me,
Like I am a stranger.

The fireplace crackles by my feet,
The only warmth filling me.
Getting through to him
Is like bringing someone dead
To life.
It's like trying to revive,
A lost soul.
Impossible.

I hide my disappointment,
Running my fingers along the grooves,
Along the armrests of my chair,
Which punctures my hips like a dagger.

A cake is brought in,
Piled with frosting and sparkles
That glisten in the light.
An explosion of creaminess
Bursts in my mouth.
But it doesn't take quite right.
It almost tastes bitter.

Fireworks dazzle right outside the window,
But I don't admire the hues or designs,
All I think about is the smoke,
Finding is way to suffocate my lungs.
I don't feel like celebrating.

Words fly from across the room;
They are mostly foreign to me,
Only comprehending bits and pieces
At a time.
Maybe this is what my grandpa feels like,
So hopeless, and lost.
I glance at him on more time.

There is a vacant look in his eyes.
He looks out,
But takes nothing in.
"Grandpa!" I call out.
But he stares at me,
Like I am a stranger.


The author's comments:

This poem takes place on New Year's Eve, one of the last times I got to see my grandfather. He was diagnosed with alzheimer's, and at that time, I didn't really didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't know who I was, who his family was, or even his home. When I look back on pictures from when I was younger, I remember his smile and his laugh. I hold on to those moments, and they remind me of the great man he was, and still is, with my grandmother in heaven.


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