Remembering

Missy H.
A poem about one of my grandpas


He took you away
when I was eleven or ten
I was many states
away from you then
they say I got
your blond hair, blue eyes
I sometimes wonder
if you did not die
what kind of person
would you be today
would you still say
the same thing when you pray
that was just one
of your little routines
I used to think you were the most
fascinating thing I'd seen
What else did I get
besides your eyes and hair
something tells me
we'd make an interesting pair

Published by Missy H.

I turn 28 May 2012. Love my family and my friends. I'm the coolest aunt to the coolest eight year old boy ever. The coolest dog owner to the coolest lab/chow/collie mix ever. I am currently unemployed becaus...  View profile

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  • Maria Malone11/6/2011

    Very nice!

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