NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day #14: my movie (third grandson)
Life is epic poetry, or maybe
a series of short stories,
or a heroic crown of sonnets
carefully and expertly crafted.
You choose the poison and set
the scene the way you want it.
My grandfather had three grandsons.
One died early – he said, she said –
one is not claimed paternally. Same.
That leaves me. Third. I remember him,
though I can’t recall attending
his fu…
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