The ones I've posted previously to this came after this one.
Your Grandfather
Part 1: Curiosity
“Mother, why does grandfather stare so? Why does he not answer us when we speak? Why does he always seem so ...gone?â€Â
Part 2: His Journey
You see sometimes he looks amiss
And times he seems to reminisce
Know now, my dear, he dreams of days
Before a single hair was gray
The war was raging
And men were dying
Soft and sweet
The young boy’s heart
Still beat in peace
Unaware of all that dark
First went his father, then his brother
Out to war they weren’t even together
Then sister dear and then his mother
Influenza seemed to last forever
Left alone, he’s still as stone
The one to stay, the one to bleed
Hate’s seed will soon become a weed
As hope bleeds, now is gone
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