For Grandfather Redfern, Doctor

Written by

in

,

06/02/1991

Your house was always

full of pills

and always immaculate

elan

Grandmother was a

manic nurse

and you had a yard

full of flowers, a

hothouse full of orchids

but your voice was

always soft and gentle,

though your hands

~~sustained~~ and heart restorer

And now I see you fade

mysterious before my eyes,

like the smoke from your

charcoal-patio barbecue,

and you ~~know~~ can outline

your body,

and let ~~when~~ you both happy & sad.

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