"heartwith" poems
my bampa was a minergrafting down a piti recall his chesty cough black lumps in his spitdust of death for pittancelined a throat so dry filthy lungs but clean heartwith love you cannot buytwelve hours down a holetin tub for a bathprepared with love and care nan placed by the hearthbraving winds and weatherto reach the outside loousing daily newspaperto wipe away the pooso sometimes when i'm downand life gets on my **** remember bampa's life...andwhere he worked, washed, and ****
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 1:17 AM UTC