Thursday, February 11, 2016

Grandpa--By Jennifer Criss--United States


When she lovingly held your face
in her hands and cried,
“I’m not ready!”
I realized in that moment
I wasn’t either.
We crowded your bedside and watched
as you took your last breath
I realized in that moment
that it was too late for you
to answer the questions I never asked
or relay the stories I hadn’t realized
I wanted to know
I realized in that moment
as the life left your eyes
how fleeting life is and how
little time we truly have

Jennifer Criss graduated from Ball State University with a minor in Creative Writing, a lifelong passion.  She is currently collaborating on an anthology for older adults and helps lead a writing support group. Jennifer writes mostly short stories but has discovered a love for writing poetry.  Her poetry has been published in Poebita Magazine. She now works at Ball State, is a busy mother of two girls and her pen keeps moving. She is an editorial assistant with Indiana Voice Journal.


  1. Beautifully written, love it!

    Blanca Alicia Garza

  2. Dear Jennifer,

    It is so good to see you already have a lovely comment on your heartfelt poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.


  3. Jennifer,
    Perfect love poem, so apropos for Valentine's Day. Welcome to Whispers!
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  4. Such a heartfelt poem. You learned a hard lesson as many of us do. Thank you for sharing this poignant poem.

  5. A wonderful poem, thank you for sharing with us Jennifer! Welcome to Whispers!

  6. A wonderful poem, so much emotion and truth, thank you for sharing!