After my grandfather died in october 2007 I felt left behind and alone.
I still feel left behind, but I now know I am not alone.


The old man

Sleeping in the big fluffy chair
newspaper on his chest.

The ashtray overflowing
and the empty coffecup.

Memories are pictures
hanging on the wall.

Memories of children
and grandchildren too.

Memories of a loving life
with a loving wife so long ago.

The old man sleeps
yet he is still there.




Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2008-03-14 at 21:08

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