Dear Grandfather I Never Met,


I look up at the photo of you and my mother

that dangles on an aging white painted wall

roughly six feet from a worn sandy brown carpet

in the hallway of my home.


Between your two tear stained cheeks

is a tender heartfelt smile

as you embrace my mother

who is beaming in all white.


I have passed by the photo of you

before I was brought to the world,

when the ceiling seemed as high as the sky,

to now where I can touch the wooden frame.


Sometimes I look up at the glossy print

imagining your voice

imagining your laugh

imagining who you were and if you would be proud of me today.



Your Granddaughter


This poem is about: 
My family


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