Grandfather
I miss my grandfather
Every single day
And I don't realize it
Until I've seen him
I remember him
Tall and strong
With a wiry beard
And rough hands
Until I've seen him
I don't recall
Just how much he's changed
Since our last visit
I now see him
As what time has made
Weaker and grey
Over our separation
I held my grandfather
Weeks ago now
I felt his bones through his skin
And the rasp of his cough
I know that time
Is growing short
And we don't have much to spare
So I cherish my grandfather
I love him dearly
For what he is
A 12 pack of beer
And a cigarette in one hand
I hear him sometimes
Singing Johhny Cash in the car
Or snoring in his chair
Because that's just who he is
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