Tackling her memory
Grabbing pen & paper she speaks
Only to those willing to read what she weep

Deepest of grimes of her soured soul
Same, as she had once did sold
Feverishly writing all her un-tolds

Leaking tears from the cracked headstone
Never a bond had she ever known
Only one she use to feel @ home; now alone

She can feel him with her & puts her to ease
You couldn’t tell her it wasn’t his energy
As long as she were to breathe today

Beyond the window & floating on the breeze
Sailing between the land & completely free
That’s where you can find he……

My Grandpa Pete
~I love & miss you~

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