Grandfather who awakens the plain
And fulfills it with gladness
Who is light and bright
Who is a lion and humming bird
Whose heart is made of gold
Is too sick to leave the room
Who tells me in mind that I'm an angel
Who tells me in words to keep going
Whose veins are poisoned
Can't agree with on all day
Prays for us in his bed
Who used to work in the farm all day
Is gone
Is a thought of life
Is no longer in pain
Doesn't grin a diamond anymore
Is still there, just imagine
Who pushes me on the track
Is hats and flowers and morning showers
Who looks down in gladness
Is the man that opened hearts
Asking if he wast still a star
Wondering, "Is the light still there?"
-Sabofo
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