Goodbye 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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As we visited our youngest grandson in his first year of college…a college close to the ocean…I must admit…the two of us…were filled with mixed...

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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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Za Za Zoom, Za Da Zing: Gen Zoomers
Ba Da Boom, Da Bing: Baby Boomers
Tech awakens in Baby Zoomers
Their Zoom nature being late bloomers

Digital video stays...

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the raindrops  commit suicide  on the window
as if they wanted to wash the goodbye signs
with the blood of the water,
- the rain today...

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MY PSW PROMISE
When you first arrived -
Your health was then fading
Your whole world was changing
I promised that I’d see you through.
When you first arrived
Your kids...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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Wrath of nature
reaching out
a pestilence
hunting for souls
gold in their hearts
silver in their hair
grandparents 
invaded
struggling to breathe
a lonely room
no family allowed
where is the love
taking a last...

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Angels in Blue
Saints in Green

The hospital is a cold and sterile place. 
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice. 
It is meant to be...

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Silent Wisdom

Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so…   …   ?

Words heard directly, 
indirectly or by accident, 
but never by...

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In the cold space,
between the ceiling and the rafters, 
angels drift like butterflies, 
ever answering the calls, 
of both hope and sorrow! 

A mother's song,...

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The Pirate

This is an ongoing story, 
about the limits of the library. 
It can take you as far as you can go, 
but it is...

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Commenting on the Weather

My coffee is hot, 
the cream was cold, 
the outcome... just right. 
The screen, 
the window out and into the world...
awaits my...

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