I remember the day you died
we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins
I remember the day you died
I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays
I remember the day you died
we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed
I remember the day you died
I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again
That was the day you died
drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.
I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.
Many years have passed little cuz.
I can’t forget the day you died.
by Scooj
For E.K.
Natural adventures 
and you never will luv hugs
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Thank you.
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‘Liking’ doesn’t feel the right response to this heartfelt poem but I’m glad you felt able to post it.
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It was touch and go. I am no poet, and technically it is naive, but I feel I must try if I want to improve.
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Better ‘naive’ than too clever. The poem felt close to the heart.
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You do your cousin great honor with this effort from the heart. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you. It has taken many many years to be able to express myself in this way.
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Very effective. That line, “I still had the bump on my head” really got to me. And, “I’d never seen them cry before.” It’s a powerful moment in our lives when we first see an adult cry–as if that was something only we as children knew how to do, and then we learn the truth.
Keep experimenting, Scooj!
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I will. There were so many firsts that holiday. For me the story is more important than the construction of the poem. Still playing with structure etc.
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A powerful memory, and thoughtfully articulated.
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Thank you.
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Oh. I felt as if I were peering into a shadowy corner of your world and dared not approach too closely. My words are whispering to you, because they’re sad. Your expression was heart wrenching, yet so important to let out. The only reason your poetry may have felt naive is probably, I think, because you were but a child when this tragedy happened. The despair is still from the heart of a little boy. ❤
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I think you are right. The feelings and emotions expressed have not changed from the day it happened. A huge relief to at last be able to express myself, albeit in childish tones. We deal with these things slowly.
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