Great Grandfather John

I love you but I don’t know you,

  I miss you, though you’ve never been here

 

I long for what the years have stolen…

   a vacant memory so dear

 

I feel you across the hallowed spectrum,

  of death and then beyond

 

Where our spirits write the words together…

   different verses—the same song

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

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