Chris G. Vaillancourt

Silver Star - 3,046 Points (April 5,1959-june 2016 / Canada)

Toys Are Scattered About The Floor - Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Toys are scattered about the floor.
Robots and Dinosaurs attack plastic soldiers.
The Grandsons are enacting a bloody battle.
No one is safe! Not even Grandpa!
I've been killed, apparently,
by a flying super-robot that
knows no mercy!

I worry I won't be
playing with them next year.

Darkness all around the world.
Darkness all inside of me.
Whispers behind my back,
murmurs of pity, I think.

I still have much I can offer
to these boys.
Or so I'd like to believe.

I'm not ready to stop hugging them.
Telling them, again and again,
how important they are to me.

Little boys live in a special world.
A place of mud and sticks,
bugs and stones.
Imagination the
only rule they follow.

Dirty hands and faces,
bodies screaming
for a bath.

I understand this world.
It used to be the same one
I lived in before.

Ah dear Grandsons.
Will you miss me?
Will you think of me
in the middle of your

Will you feel me?

Grandfather lips
'I love you.'

Your hearts so innocent.
Lives so uncomplicated.

Neither of you understands
the concept of dying.

As it should be.

Stay this way as
long as you are able to.

The real world is a cold place.
A mixture of grieving and denial.
A faithless emptiness that
consumes the desire
to achieve.

Toys are scattered about the floor.
Robots and Dinosaurs attack plastic soldiers.

Dear God, how I wish this was
the only battle I was fighting.

Topic(s) of this poem: cancer, family, sad

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  • Edmund Strolis (11/14/2015 3:40:00 PM)

    Such lucky Grandchildren........... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015

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