Sorrow Grandparents Poems

Just soul of 3 quarters of an ounce:
Exist in earthly body, 
Accomplish planned tasks,
Generate energy and leave;
Endure pain and joy,
During all my life;
Negative and positive...

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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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we stopped the car on the corner, about a minute or two and through the wet window we watched the movement of that ordinary afternoon,...

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One group of activists decided to fight. 
To see family lose their sense of might. 
Three people involved in each battle. 
For the patients each...

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My Cinderella died back in the sixties
When I realized that there is no glass slipper
And no fairy godmother

Faerie Tales are make believe
And not powerful or...

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The desk lamp lights up the cramped quarters
Illuminating the wrinkled hands that hold the pen
Suggesting wisdom within its graceful radiance
As rays embrace my grandmother’s wise...

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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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The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building....

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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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Be That Rock
by Michael R. Burch
 
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
 
When I was a child
I never considered man’s impermanence,
for you were a mountain of...

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The Cane

Not made of candy, but real wood. 
It belonged to my father’s father, 
and his father, before him. 

No, they were all good man....

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New Friends

High and low I have looked for you.
You are hard to find.
I talked to everyone, but they think...
I am crazy.
Where are you?

Low and high,...

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Prayer 

On Sunday, 
The saints gather…
Not the normal service, 
later, when others…
are home. 

They are quiet, 
and humble. 
They have come, 
to the house of...

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Quiet this Morning

Willow…
Skipping rocks.
Sorrow…
Crying sometime.
Missing…
You.

The echo in the hall way is deafening. 
I try hard to make no noise at all. 
I don’t want to...

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I know I may have never met some of you,
Because you already went on through
To the other side, where there is a new life.

I may...

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