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Jul 2014
family
they are here
there is a hope that hangs in the air
will he show
will he remember my face
this man of empty promises
this man so worn down
this man so beaten down
this man who says "Katie, my Katie I remember when you were this small"
this man is my grandfather
this man I have not seen in six years
this man with skin like leather
this man with sunken eyes
this man with scars on his hands and in his mind
Written by
Kathleen M  24/F/Alberta, Canada
(24/F/Alberta, Canada)   
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