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For Nathan

By Elaine Bradford

 

This poem was written in loving memory of Nathan Griffiths, my very first best friend, who died on February 24, 2001- twelve days after my thirteenth birthday.

 

I Love you, Good-bye

Where are you?

Here am I.

I can do nothing but sit here and cry.

 

So as I sit here,

And wonder why.

Why in the world did you have to die?

 

My very first friend,

Friends to the end.

I guess the end came too soon.

 

Winter turned into Spring,

And then soon, it was June.

Why did the end have to come so soon?

 

You didn’t get the best of grades,

And for boy scouts, you were in many parades,

While mine got rained on that day.

 

I just sat there and took it.

Those harsh words that came.

“Nathan’s dead.” you’re gone.

I thought it was all just a game.

 

When she spoke those two words,

I thought it was a joke.

I was sure that you were okay.

 

I knew you were sick,

But why was it you that God picked,

To take a life away from?

 

I remember how when I was crying, or when I was sad,

You’d try to cheer me up,

And try to make me glad.

 

Take the time my grandma died,

And for days on end,

I cried, and cried.

 

So, from here on out,

I have to think about

Seeing your smiling face.

 

Yet for some reason,

Here on Earth, again,

Your face seems so out of place.

 

I never got to say those words,

Before you “went away”.

 

So now that I have the time,

Good-bye, I’ve always loved you, and I’ll continue to through this day.