My grandfather...
Poetry?
–He wouldn't understand.
Flying airplanes?
That he comprehends.
'The feeling of mornings
and sunrise' he needs,
he says.
'They are the core'
of his being.
...He doesn't expect me
to understand.
-Won't let me say I do.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 6:11 AM UTC
My grandfather...
Poetry?
–He wouldn't understand.
Flying airplanes?
That he comprehends.
'The feeling of mornings
and sunrise' he needs,
he says.
'They are the core'
of his being.
...He doesn't expect me
to understand.
-Won't let me say I do.