Oh God
I don’t believe you
for irretrievable sins in me.
My grandchild was asking
why did you have to go?
I had no answer.
My eyes were damp.
Okay, cannot hold you grandpa,
will you come again?
I was the end,
I was the beginning.
I kissed the burning tears of my small chit.
I said, let me go,
Set me free,
I will come, one day in you,
you are me.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Very well told and vivid.
A clever, circular kind of retort.