That Ancient Girl
That ancient man stares at me with those familiar, wizened eyes
He wears a pair of blue jeans that I once bought him and a white cotton shirt
He holds a vase of orchids in his hands, my favorite flowers when I’m hurt
He smiles an anguished smile and sings a warbled song
But in so many ways, I felt so wrong
That young girl lies on the hospital bed in a hospital gown
She lays restless, as it always had been, under many covers
She watches me there—trying to be strong—and tells us both not to cry
She roams her bright, brown eyes around the room and tells one last lie
She tells me to “Let it be”, to “Grandpa set me free”
And then I watch my girl, I watch her die
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
