today I spend time with Grandpa B
born in 1893
mine forever
132 years hence
not past tense but present
rippling across my pond
waves of love and joy
some tiny some tsunamic
recalling clearly the gray day he no longer could stay
aptly clouding the life blood flowing through my heart
some of it his
still flowing within me
we never cease to be
such good news
I am liking your writing. I encourage you to boldly continue developing more words into poetry.
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