You do not meet us : A poem to honour my grandfather
You do not lay down on the bed
You do not stain it ,nor tilt on it
The comforting bump on the mattress is gone
You do not see it
Your lips don't curl into a smile
Nor snake into a grimace due to your pain
They do not curve around words
Nor a voice comes out of it
Tears...
You do not stain it ,nor tilt on it
The comforting bump on the mattress is gone
You do not see it
Your lips don't curl into a smile
Nor snake into a grimace due to your pain
They do not curve around words
Nor a voice comes out of it
Tears...