Memoir Monday

The Butterflies Roam Free

I heard his weakened voice responding to me saying I loved him. I heard from his lips "me too."
Hot tears fell from my eyes the phone went blank, all I heard was the pulse of the phone after I had said goodbye. I did not know this was the last goodbye I would say to my grand-papa during my life on earth.
I hated to know he was in pain that he was suffering deeply. Then I knew these were the last few days in his war against Multiple Sclerosis. I realized he was soon going to die. I realize now not to take people for granted I miss him so much. I was afraid for him. My dad was there with him. I still had to go to school during this time I hoped he wouldn't die. As school finished I walked to my to my car. My mom seemed sad I asked her why, she looked at me and said "He died, he died last night in his sleep." I began to feel the tears of memories with him come down my face. She did tell me until now, she thought it was best to keep it  from me till this moment because she wanted me to get through the day at school. I got home and the atmosphere was sad and heavy. I went to see how my dad was doing I called him, his voice sounded dull and empty like something was missing. I could not blame him for bare losing my dad as had just happened to him. He talked with me, I tried comforting him as he tried to comfort me. That night I dreamt of the milestones of my life that my grand-papa would not attend in my future, with his empty spot in my mind, staying empty till my life ends.

Eric

Photo by Eric Gauthier

In my backyard the things I see, Things like maybe a kiskadee.
A papaya tree in my backyard some toucans come and eat it up.
The fruit so sweet it is so good all the creatures that I soon shall meet.
Snakes I hope I do not see for if they bite bad luck for me.
Plants and flowers, Hibiscus, rain showers.
So much for you to sight even in the dusk near night.

Eric

Track Try Outs

I ran my fastest, everything around is blurred.
The wind blows through my hair and howls into my ears.
I am trying the 800m race. I breathe in then out in deep slow breaths.
My first lap around the track is coming to an end.
I see, out of the corner of my eye, the metal poles and the park gate rush by.
Onto the second lap my lungs heave the air laboriously in and out.
I feel as free as a bird flying through the sky.
I move my legs faster on this second lap for I know it is the last.
The last corner rounded, now my pace quickens I go faster.
I push myself to the end and tie for three minutes.
I smile in final satisfaction.

Eric

The Child With No Voice

He tried to speak, but was left unheard.
The adults did not hear or did not want to hear a childish point of
view. The child was not mute, but they still did not listen.
His opinion was no opinion to them, but the problem is children are not understood.
Adults don't understand. They are the people of today still their voices are left unheard,
even though every child has a voice. So you have a voice too let it out, let it be heard speak for yourself and don't be left unheard.

Eric