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Bittersweet Memories
April 24, 2019
Nothing will ever again be
The dull, peeling walls
And dirtied, cracked tile floors
Surrounding my grandfather’s
Wooden dining room table.
I am young,
Yet pity and loathe
The blinding disarray
Of scattered nursing home advertisements
And unpaid medical bills.
He complains about money,
Then offers me a twenty,
As the scent of Bacardi
From the stain on his
once white t-shirt,
Tenses my body and fuels
An uncomfortable heat,
I don’t accept.
I can’t help but smile,
Waving goodbye.
© Sean C., Princeton, IL
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After my grandmother passed away my grandfather turned to alcohol to try and fill the missing void she left in his life. I always loved my grandpa but a lot of the actions he did made me uncomfortable and I’d count down the minutes when I got to leave. It was always a bittersweet moment when my family went to visit him.