reminds me of my grandpa
I never decided if it was bitter or sweet but all the same
I sneak sips from the bottle in the fridge
his house in the mountains
his long driveway and boulders to climb on
every day an adventure
when you're 7
chasing deer and running in sprinklers
pistachio shells under the couches
a grand piano
still life fruit paintings
so simple, the world then.
I watched him die
of cancer
when I was old enough to understand
that that was only
his body.
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 11:03 PM UTC
reminds me of my grandpa
I never decided if it was bitter or sweet but all the same
I sneak sips from the bottle in the fridge
his house in the mountains
his long driveway and boulders to climb on
every day an adventure
when you're 7
chasing deer and running in sprinklers
pistachio shells under the couches
a grand piano
still life fruit paintings
so simple, the world then.
I watched him die
of cancer
when I was old enough to understand
that that was only
his body.
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