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sitting beside my grandfather on his deathbed

SITTING BESIDE MY GRANDFATHER ON HIS DEATHBED

I sat beside my grandfather

On his deathbed

His mind wild

Hands lose

Stitching a bag

Yoking the horse and cart

 Going to the bog

Calling the neighbours

Giving a day at the hay

 

On the football field

Calling for a pass

Stillness followed

A long silence

Then  a  conversation

With my grandmother

Who passed years before

Of routine matters

Urgent now

Making the reunion

Getting ready to go to her

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Categorized as Poems

By timmyconway

poet

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