Great Grandfather John
I love you but I don’t know you,
I miss you, though you’ve never been here
I long for what the years have stolen…
a vacant memory so dear
I feel you across the hallowed spectrum,
of death and then beyond
Where our spirits write the words together…
different verses—the same song
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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