Nonno is love.
his warm smile that came from his eyes
grandfather is watching me like a sunrise
as I tear a page from his old newspapers
he is sitting on his rocking chair that day
with that day's papers, and his black tea
I looked into a how-to book of an origami
for I wish to send my love to him my way
inside his home I was sitting on the floor
the sun peeked through the cement wall
of fleur de lis holes near the sliding door
there I was, a child, ready to give it my all
I started making an object from the page
a crane bird that I will give to grandfather
for I want to make a serene, happy image
of a person that I only want to remember
everytime I do, my grandfather is smiling
in all the sepia images of him in my mind
I see myself too, in joy, and only laughing
the feelings I thought I lost, he let me find
there are myriad of childhood memories
but this one is a gold from old summers
burned in me are grandfather's film reels
his smiles, his eyes, his old newspapers
Poetry by Rin
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Written on 2020-02-02 at 19:24
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His Old Newspapers
his love is as placid as his own whispershis warm smile that came from his eyes
grandfather is watching me like a sunrise
as I tear a page from his old newspapers
he is sitting on his rocking chair that day
with that day's papers, and his black tea
I looked into a how-to book of an origami
for I wish to send my love to him my way
inside his home I was sitting on the floor
the sun peeked through the cement wall
of fleur de lis holes near the sliding door
there I was, a child, ready to give it my all
I started making an object from the page
a crane bird that I will give to grandfather
for I want to make a serene, happy image
of a person that I only want to remember
everytime I do, my grandfather is smiling
in all the sepia images of him in my mind
I see myself too, in joy, and only laughing
the feelings I thought I lost, he let me find
there are myriad of childhood memories
but this one is a gold from old summers
burned in me are grandfather's film reels
his smiles, his eyes, his old newspapers
Poetry by Rin
Read 569 times
Written on 2020-02-02 at 19:24
Tags Love Grandfather Nostalgia
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