MY GRANDMA’S OLD MAN

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The sun was setting down,
it was still unbelievable.
For the first- I met an own dead!
Each visit to the seashore
had lumps of happiness
that time everything different.
The person who held me in his hands
when I knew of nothing- not him either…
Was he there in front or there?
Ah! I knew not .
They say souls of our beloved
always be with us.
Leave!
All I saw –
there he was
a big figure
braving the flames for existence against ashes.
…..an end to all marked a return with swelling eyes who could not hold the scene of the wailing lady…..
Tears for her lost
My Grandma’s old man left her, us and all.

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