Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Grandpa Fred

Gasp, with a stagger,
then life departs.
And mine,
the final eyes
your eyes
embraced.
Goodbye twinkled,
as I lowered my toothbrush
and
gaze
to your limp frame on the bathroom floor.

Later in the kitchen
Mom cut onions for meat loaf
and I cried.



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