Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

Sketches

Like a thunderous rainstorm,
it came with force and was
impossible to hold back. This
morning as I was thumbing through
an old notebook, I saw sketches 
drawn by my favorite little girl.
There were sketches about fashion,
her favorite theme.

My eyes began to moisten as grief
came rushing from the deep. I turned
the page and then another. I was arrested
and captured by that third page depicting
the artwork of her and me.

I was overwhelmed with both joy and grief
that pulled me down into a sea of tears and a
sounding cry. Her little hands were in mine
displaying the words, "I love you, Grandpa".

For 22 years, she had a grandpa to love and
a grandpa to love her. Nearly three months ago,
cancer took her from us, but I am overjoyed
with the sketches I discovered.

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Deb M January 3, 2024 at 2:11 PM Curtis your beautiful , beautiful poem really touched my heart and made me feel quite emotional. I am sorry for your loss and your sadness atm though happy you found the sketches!! You sound like a kind loving soul and a wonderful grandson to be proud of!! Debx Curtis Johnson January 3, 2024 at 6:37 PM Thank you, Deb. You are do kind. I believe that God puts things in our pathway to help us in our grief. HYN.

Beryl Edmonds January 2, 2024 at 8:06 PM So sorry to read of the loss of your granddaughter Curtis, your love for her shines through this beautiful poem. You’ve lovely memories to look back on, that must be a comfort to you. Take care, Belle Curtis Johnson January 3, 2024 at 4:25 AM You are most gracious and kind. Thank you, Bell.