Grandpa and me

A brown fuzzy blanket
The smell of emptiness
Stuff scattered about
A deathly quiet day
Five years visiting
Watching eclipses in old worn chairs
Tripping in shoes three times bigger than my little feet
“My little tangerine peeler”
He’d say when I sat on his brown chair
Walking along the beach
Playing with play-dough
Remembrance of my childhood
A man I will never forget
Shots fired
Ashes placed
Into a wall
No more smiling face





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UniquleyAdorable said...
May 20, 2009 at 11:13 pm
Thank you so much that really means a lot to me.
 
writer.on.the.loose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 20, 2009 at 2:03 am
Wow, the last line few lines were very strong and definitely left me shocked and sad. Very powerful writing.
 
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