Table chair sits empty
Rocking chair lays still
Anywhere I cast my eyes,
Millions of bottles of pills.
Bowl of cheese-poofs smaller
House itself seems bigger
I know I should be grateful, but
If God could just work quicker...
We cannot watch a movie
Who'd make our special snack?
If I never taste that food again...
Mere idea I want to smack
Gramma's house seems different
With Grandpa gone away
Healing in the hospital,
He'll be back again someday.
He'll be back again someday?
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Translation
PoetryThere are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter...
