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Grandpa
Sitting on my bed
Under my brothers bed
We have a bunk bed.
Through the door my dad walks
Solemnly and slowly
Walking to us with bad news.
“Grandpa died”
That was blunt.
Very blunt.
But what else is he supposed to do?
He would get there eventually
I still sat with my feet on the floor
Unsure what to say but it made sense.
Thats why my mom’s in new york.
Visiting him.
I was shocked for a minute.
Then I cried and thought about him.

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