I was eleven years old when my paternal grand father died. Due to circumstances that I upon which I wont elaborate here, I had to tell my father. I've never forgotten it.
Do you remember the day your dad died?
I do.
It was I who brought the sad news to you.
I was only a child, what should I say?
What should I do?
Throughout my life I've remembered that day,
The day I felt closest to you.
That certainly is a big responsibility for a child to carry a message of such devastating news. Yet, I can sense how you must have felt at only 11 years old. As Tom comments it is bittersweet and your poem has maybe released some of the pain you must have felt. Thank you for sharing these special memories of yours.