Grandpa

This poem was a bit harder read for me, maybe because the emotion and it brought my own thoughts and feelings of the death of relationships in my life. It wasn't easy for me to get through.

One thing -- why is goodbye in the second stanza capitalized? On purpose? I thought it was a tad distracting, unless you have a purpose for that :)

Wonderful tribute to a man who obviously meant much to you. It is also a powerful self-analysis triggered by your inability to say goodby. Your emotions, bottled up so long, explode out like the tornado to which you refer.
Your integrity is the most powerful thing about the undercurrent. You admit there was no final words of comfort, that you broke "down at the feet of a farewell." Yet you put it quite simply: saying goodbye is more difficult than living with the failure to do so. Your awareness that you walk the razor's edge is evident, powerful and a mark of maturity.

This is beautiful <3 5/5

Well, though we had a fight, Rania and I was trying to avoid your profile and....your poems and everything, I couldn't help it! I wanted to check out this piece because the title was truly "simplebutcatchy". I right away decided to leave a comment, even though it will be useless maybe or makes no sense, lol but I just wanted to let you know that I was touched and impressed to the core with this write, I almost cried, remembering my mother, who passed away many years ago, I remembered how awful it is to leave the ER room without saying "the last goodbye" :'( I wasn't able for I was a baby :/ I didn't know I'll be an orphan! ok, lol I am talking about something irrelevant, ok I'll stop :)
You should know that losing someone is really a hard thing to live with but remembering the memories together is harder and having no memory with them is the hardest thing...ever. Tell me about it! lol :) I was asking myself and ponderig "how did this little smart cat write this when she is not the one who lost a grandpa!?"
I'll give you the date when my mother died, will you write me too? :)

Anyways, I'll only talk about the piece! I promise, haha.

The opening was intelligent, I've always liked your opening stanzas because they draw me in, in no time. I only find myself leaving a nonsensial comment describing my 'wow'! :P

Time's been like a tornado
fleeting through my fingers yet
inflicting damage to my heart.
^^^
I so loved the metaphor here, Rania, time is really relentless...and so are your metaphors (in a good way:P)

Left you in the ER room, not saying
Goodbye and oh how hard it is not to.
I wonder if you're still there
where I've seen you the last time,
waiting on a lifeless bed, almost
as motionless as you were in hope
to hear my final words, [still ?]
as I break down at the feet of a farewell...
You know like a stranger who's too
afraid to lose a path that's already missing.
^^^
Jeezzzzzzeee
I have tears and chills, I'm inspired at the moment like never before! I feel "wtf?"....god my oh!
the questioning [still?] made LOTS of sense to me, as if you're asking if he is still hearing your words or so, right?? I felt it.

It's coming up soon, the day you passed
I
didn't say goodbye, no I don't think I did
and it is hard not to, but Pa trust me
it's too damn harder to do.
^^^
I agree with Meme about the "I", it seems weird, a bit.

In all, this was a write that will be right away added to my favorite, a write that will be memorable for a very long while, a write that I'll re-read and re-re-read. :) Good job.

Brought a tear to my eye. It's hard to remember that night, it's still something very vivid to me. You're one of the greatest people I know, what a huge heart you have to write a poem for someone after hearing how they are feeling without being asked. It seems to ease the sadness really when someone can express it perfectly in a poem. It's nice to know someone cares, and is there to provide comfort and support. This poem definitely has a spot in my heart, always will. ;)