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Grandpa

February 16, 2015
By Olivia27 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
Olivia27 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Sleeping sound, Grandpa’s alone.
“Go to him.” My heart yearns.
His face like plaster, yet oh so soft.
There’s love in his heart--wisdom in brain,
It’s time. Close the sleek wooden casket,
My final “Goodbye.”


The author's comments:

This is a sijo poem. 


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