Death Grandparents Poems

I love hearing stories,
stories from my grandparents.
They love to tell stories,
stories from many years ago.
Grandma tells about bread,
when black showed up they would cut if off.
Then...

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arthritic hands search the fretboard
finding chords that hurt the least
the old guitar brings a toothless grin
then we sneak a sip of whiskey...

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Deluged with the nostalgic era of you,
Your lush verdant scent lining 
Wistful sentiments upon idle reflections 
Scattered in fragments and fine dustings, as 
I acquaint...

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I watched her slip under;
The influence of death laid her still.
She would be gone forever,
I felt the grief hit.

We would no longer create delicious cookies;
Sew...

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Inspired by the unending love my grandparents had for each other and a story of one of their winter dates.

On this cloudy winter day, 
the...

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Diamonds and pearls twinkle in the moonlight,

Lost in a labyrinth of their own design, 

The last of their kind.


I hurry through the maze,

In an futile...

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The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Caring and The Job

The caretaker got out of the car. 
She went to the back, 
opened the door, 
and pulled her ward out too. 
He...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Unsettled Calm

Why am I writing this, 
when they say... 
really no one cares? 
I don't believe they are right. 
The more "they" try to prove...

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old empty porch swing
neglected flowers dying
someone is missing...

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Freedom 

I can go outside. 
I can go inside. 
I can climb a mountain, 
or swim in the sea. 

Freedom. 

I am free....

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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