Just gonna share a poem I wrote for Poetry Class. It's for my dearly departed grandfather:
this is a poem to my grandpa jim
whom I have seen but a few times.
whose graying beard and raspy voice
have embedded themselves within
within my restless, raging mind.
slaving to paint pictures and recall
fragments of time spent and logged,
lost in the grasp of age and time.
I have through vinyl heard
the hip jazz cats which made his ocean eyes twinkle.
because when he needed to vent
he danced solo with the wild rhythm.
he puffed until
nicotine had stained the walls
the chairs and the desk.
all these years, no one knew that
he dug himself when others wouldn’t
sitting face to face with his soul.
because when the world becomes too much to bear,
after awhile even a pack of smokes
can seem like your best friend.
so I write this in longing, in hope
that I may again meet my grandpa,
whose life I was too young to share
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