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Grandad's Christmas Reverie
He thought
All I want is here
the tree that reaches the ceiling:
with the decorations the boy had helped hang
and the lights he could reach
to pull off
He thought
I hope they like my gifts
the presents beneath the low branches:
with the labels that the girls had turned over
and peeped at to see
which was theirs
He thought
I am alone with Christmas
the many...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 11:52 pm
In your memory
I no longer recall the time we spent together,
yet my heart pines for your presence,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.
I no longer can feel the warmth of your hand ruffel my hair,
yet the flashes of our play still warm my heart,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.
I no longer fear crosssing a road on my own,
yet insecurities of daily life trouble me wit...
Sunday 10th January 2016 7:51 am
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