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by angel
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1556232
A poem dedicated to a fond memory.
A gentle hand, calloused beyond age.

A wrinkled parchment, taken from a torn page.

Polite magic from the soul of a proud man.

A prayer told to a small boy of a promised land.

Tears roll down an unshaven cheek, a warm smile.

Magic in his blue green eyes, sitting for just awhile.

Oh Lord, he cries, keep away this awful pain.

A whisper falls from among the stars, comes with the rain.

I fall asleep on his lap waiting for the morn.

I see grandpa in my soul, a child of five, sad and forlorn.

Grandpas' prayer is on my lips, caught in my throat.

Goodbye grandpa, I cherish the memory, I walk into the rain.

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