decades peeled back against his face
the night sky shimmers in a sweet embrace
the stereo's swagger bursts through the night
a father's moment revealed to son's eyes
the windows rolled down, spring's soft embrace
as the wind swept whistle caressed his face
two separate moments maligned by time
30 years intertwine in family blood diatribes
the stories once lost one has regained
a calmer mood has come to grace
six months book ended by tragic loss
two grandmothers sleep in dirt. six feet underground
just hours ago he watched the dirt pour
upon seventy eight years of love's fine aura
a grounded voice to thine dreaming tongue
the balance now lost, naught for memories spun
in the webs in corners, in annuls of mind
such loving embrace free flowing of time
brisk wind carries heartbeats of a grandfather's tears
the love of his life no longer lies near
a man so stoic now brought to the brink
to existence of true love, his tears do speak.
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