GrandfatherA Poem by PawprintsMy toes are cold My backside hurts Christmas was four days ago I have a candy cane in my bag to show for it I’m sitting on a boat We aren’t moving I don’t know why Between my feet is a backpack It’s from fifth grade It won’t stand upright Inside the backpack There’s a dark blue box My dead grandfather’s inside the box I sit, on this boat, It has just begun to move With my grandfathers ashes In my ten year old purple backpack The window’s foggy and wet Like everywhere else in New England I look between my feet Where my grandfather rests comfortably He’d probably be complaining right now Had he a mouth He’d be complaining that he’s cold That his backside hurts That the boat isn’t moving He doesn’t know why And that the window is foggy and wet Just like everywhere else in New England. © 2013 PawprintsAuthor's Note
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Added on December 30, 2013 Last Updated on December 30, 2013 AuthorPawprintsAboutThere's not really much to know about me besides the fact that I love to read and write. more..Writing
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