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Disclaimer: I dont own CSI or any of the characters or what have you. But The poem below is mine, all mine. And yours for enjoyment of course.
A/N: This is my first Gil poem, inspired by the season 6 episode "Still Life". Grissoms little conversation with Catherine about his father. It is really a rough draft, didnt rework it too much after the initial writing of it. Partially because I dont have time, but mostly because I am too lazy. I hope you still find it decent.
It should have been raining.
I remember it wasn’t raining,
It wasn’t cold, or windy or grey,
The sun was shining so brightly,
When we buried my father that day.
A downpour would have been fitting,
Heavy dark clouds dropping rain,
So I could have expressed some of my sadness,
So I could have been more content in my pain.
Grandpa helped me polish my shoes,
Grandma helped me with my tie,
It seemed strange to me. To get all dressed up,
To stand there and whisper goodbye.
The dirt was heavier than I thought it would be,
Thick, like the clay I molded in art,
It was cool and dark in my small shaking hands,
Weighing heavily on my young broken heart.
The thud of the dirt was so final,
I still hear it pound in my ears,
The sounds of a creeping on migraine,
Grown more bitter and intense with the years.
I’d wished he had not died,
I’d wished that I’d understood why,
I’d wished that someone gave me an answer,
I wish now they’d told me it was okay to cry.
They said that I didn’t understand yet,
I was too young. It would hit me someday.
But I knew my father wasn’t coming back,
As I stood by his graveside that day.
By, Robyn Gerris