Missing
1985 changed a lot of things
no more seeing my grandma daily
no more home cooked meals
no more trips to the farmerstown auction barn to get ice cream cones
grandpa was on his own
left to piece together meals
as he went out to farm
holidays weren't the same
grandpa would come over eat and go home
to an empty farmhouse
grandma was the glue
and we were the jigsaw pieces
tapered together to form a family
now we are out of whack
misplaced
even lost
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