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Grandaughter

His property adjoins mine. We never talk, just nod at each other. He’s weathered and torn from the years. Wears a natural scowl. It says, Leave me alone… And everyone does. But then she visited.... Four years and I’d never seen him smile, But I could hear his laughter across the backyard, As they colored pictures on his patio. …And I thought of my own advancing years.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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