notebook poetry, grandfather

Grandfather // Free verse

Grandfather stands there

The thought of Nancy

Makes him cry


I remember the day he died

Can’t develop the past



Father shaking in the

Window sill


Never get to see him



8mm negatives

Left out to dry


High overhead – the Maryland



Ivy higher than knees

In the backyard


He always taught

Us to work hard


Wish I could speak

To him now


Grandfather can’t

See me drown

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