BrooksLooks@ Grandfather’s Poems

i re-rēad your poems
at the end of my life
the ones you wrote at
the beginning of yours

at a tender age
you learned too well
about violence, evil and
the upheaval of world wars

your poems speak of death
as you knew it first-hand
your search for sanctuary
in war-torn land

i rēad your reminders
of how we must live
how much we have
how we must give

[i seek your wisdom
in hints you’d intersperse
as a grandson interprets his
grandfather’s verse]

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