A short poem about grieving and missing a beloved person. These lines are dedicated to my grandfather.


Final words

Your voice

How well I remember it

A soothsayer's talk

And full of encouragement


Sad, I cannot walk

Any place

To meet with you again

Or just to see you again


But I hear your voice

The tune

And the laughter

Is a gift








Poetry by yvso
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Written on 2016-11-06 at 22:31

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Memories that we can cling to for comfort. Love it.
Ashe
2016-11-06