Grandfather Memorial Poems

How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell

It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell 
It's the un-told story
It's...

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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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World War II vet, aged one hundred,
once risked his life for his mother land.
His country in a Covid war,
he once again lent them a hand.

Once...

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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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Gramps had a Sunday rite,
It was quiet, perhaps trite. 
In his chalice a Bloody Mary,
As solemn as a seminary.

Took the goblet and a crank,
To his...

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Being sick with a snotty nose
A cough, fatigue, one of those colds???
For goodness sake's everyone knows
Grandmothers are too sophicated 
To wear anything but fancy clothes
Surely...

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A NOVEMBER POPPY
Names,familiar names that
now remain exposed,carved
in stone,a memorial to others'
shame.In their prime,cut off
a time,so brief,float down,my
sweet poppy leaf.
Once a face,smiling eyes,
lives with dreams vibrant...

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