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My grandfather was there We were sat down at the kitchen table He was telling my about my hands Said that I had writers hands Artists hands Painters hands Hands like Anne  My grandfather was drinking  He was always drinking Anne was pacing around  Angry at him Angry at him for being drunk Again Angry at him for being an alcoholic  My brother and grandfather in my room We listen to music My brother asks my grandfather why he's not with Anne anymore  I don't remember the reply I remember him saying that he still loved Anne  The door bell rings  Its late  I'm supposed to be asleep  Grandfather at the door Im watching from the stairs  He's talking to my father Says he needs money quick Asks for three hundred  My father gives it to him no questions  My grandfather leaves  It's Christmas  Grandfather shows up to everyone's surprise  He's there with no presents  I was just glad he was there He told me he had a necklace for me He just had to pick it up from a friend  I knew better though He fell asleep on the couch  Im glad he was there  Its bobbys funeral My grandfather is there He's unhappy  He's tired  I don't remember much of him that day Im at the swimming pool with my friends  Waiting for my dad to pick us up My grandfather is there I haven't seen him in a while He's so skinny I know he's still using He doesnt recognize me Family dinner  Dinner is served late As always  Grandfather is there  He's showing my friend some dance steps he learned Mentions his new lady friend  He seems happy My family moves half way across the country  Leaving Edmonton behind The next time I hear news about my grandfather its from my father He saw my grandfather at my great grandmothers funeral  He's still using and it shows He's skinny He's lost teeth He's sick  But I'll always remember the time in the kitchen  I'll always remember when he told me I had writers hands Artists hands Painters hands Like Anne
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
Grandfather
My grandfather was there We were sat down at the kitchen table He was telling my about my hands Said that I had writers hands Artists hands Painters hands Hands like Anne  My grandfather was drinking  He was always drinking Anne was pacing around  Angry at him Angry at him for being drunk Again Angry at him for being an alcoholic  My brother and grandfather in my room We listen to music My brother asks my grandfather why he's not with Anne anymore  I don't remember the reply I remember him saying that he still loved Anne  The door bell rings  Its late  I'm supposed to be asleep  Grandfather at the door Im watching from the stairs  He's talking to my father Says he needs money quick Asks for three hundred  My father gives it to him no questions  My grandfather leaves  It's Christmas  Grandfather shows up to everyone's surprise  He's there with no presents  I was just glad he was there He told me he had a necklace for me He just had to pick it up from a friend  I knew better though He fell asleep on the couch  Im glad he was there  Its bobbys funeral My grandfather is there He's unhappy  He's tired  I don't remember much of him that day Im at the swimming pool with my friends  Waiting for my dad to pick us up My grandfather is there I haven't seen him in a while He's so skinny I know he's still using He doesnt recognize me Family dinner  Dinner is served late As always  Grandfather is there  He's showing my friend some dance steps he learned Mentions his new lady friend  He seems happy My family moves half way across the country  Leaving Edmonton behind The next time I hear news about my grandfather its from my father He saw my grandfather at my great grandmothers funeral  He's still using and it shows He's skinny He's lost teeth He's sick  But I'll always remember the time in the kitchen  I'll always remember when he told me I had writers hands Artists hands Painters hands Like Anne
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kathleen-m-1
24/F/Canadian
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
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