Grandfather Beautiful Poems

Italia we strolled the country side throughout 
the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone 
ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to 
the soft and...

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“I’m reluctant to share my secret, but being we are the closest of friends, I will share my secret with you. But before I do...

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I am Misti--, didn't get it?
Misti(sweetness) is my name,
My grandmother gave me that
Honor, I'm too grateful.
I'm going to 8 months
This November soon,
My limbs are
Not properly...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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Reaching—reaching 
rivers to the sea, trying 
to attain wholeness even 
when the pain of losing you
dares to drown me.

As your hands grasp mine
the waters of...

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Ears

Earrings are just embellishments
Ear on my left and rights 
Earns the true credits
Easy to hear the chimps and deer'swith with them
Earth is open to me...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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The innocence of the new and the wisdom of the old,
Grandfather was like a warm blanket in the nights of winter cold

Stories at the bedtime,...

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Waking up in my room,
My sanctuary,
My piece of mind,
Yet all I see is red.
The dream, the scarf, the woman,
The mystery of each. 
She calls to...

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Maybe the moon, high up in the sky,
Isn’t quite, what it may seem.
For I have wondered, through starry nights,
As it shines a soft yellow beam.

Maybe,...

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The most defining moment of one's,
Life is when you realize you thought,
You had it all figured out.
I see a lonely little flower thinking,
How fragile all...

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I
Fifty years ago - I was about ten -
My grandfather wept for a tree:
Blue Spruce, one in the township ...
I empathized, but didn't understand

II
This morning,...

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The mystery

The mystery of life is enduring
what is its purpose?
A couple having sex on grandfather´s sofa
while he is out milking his two cows.
The consequences of...

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People once said I was a homebody, and I guess that was me,
Often curled up with a good book, I loved watching movies.

Like blooms of...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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