Memories that weren't
I remembered the first day of pre-school
I made you a hand print
You said you loved it
It hung in your office forever
That day I rode in the truck
In the very front seat
Because I was your big girl
When I scraped my knee
And you kissed it better
And wiped away all those silly tears
At every grandparents day
You were the first one through the door
All my friends thought you were the coolest
Like I did
Nana never minded
She knew you were my favourite
At my year six graduation
You pretended you weren't crying
But I knew you were.
Grandpa, remember that time
When that boy broke my heart
You just kissed it better
Wiped away those silly tears
Just like old times
And you promise every day
To teach me to drive
But you're scared to let me grow up
Grandpa, I took you out of your box today
And thought about how I'd miss you
If I knew you
And all these silly memories
That never were
I read and re-read this poem, because I was so surprised by its amazing ending. Great poetry is very much about an original concept, and this lament for the tragedy of a relationship that cancer prevented from happening is superb. It's also a great piece of descriptive writing. ‘Nana never minded' and ‘You were the first one through the door' are my favourite lines. A brilliant piece of writing. Judge John Marsden, Author and RRR Broadcaster.