![]() overA Poem by m.s.early![]() my grandfather's final moments![]() your breathing had the grace of a grand mal, gagging, swallowing your tongue; barely whispering and choked, fighting and losing. then your eyes rolled back and i heard your lungs empty, the essence that made you divine was a wisp, hovered above you, left us crying, your mouth still open. she came as if she'd been waiting, she never looked at us, "he's gone", i heard her say. i remember how my eyes felt following her as she went to you. her fingers touched your eye lids and closed them forever.
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11 Reviews Added on January 12, 2014 Last Updated on January 12, 2014 Author![]() m.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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