Grandpa, Please Don'T Die
His aged fingers squeezed hers at last
Was this a final, fatal goodbye?
Her tears stuck to her pillow
No, grandpa, please don't die
Heading downstairs she turned on the light
gasped, then shook with fright --
'Twas grandpa, a young man, reading to her mother
~ Did God mean this for her to uncover?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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