Sonnet III: Grandpa

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Grandpa
Sonnet and photography by Leah Kelson
Eyes closed and never more to feel and see;
A smile pressed forever on your lips.
The meaning of this day unknown to me;
Just four years old and cannot come to grips.
With years I see the vacancy you left:
A chair unfilled at concerts where I play,
Applause unheard, air bare, and I, bereft.
Your face I yearned on graduation day,
And how I wished you saw me all in white
Or heard my baby cry with his first breath.
But through it all felt I always your light
As though you stood nearby though lost in death.
A guardian you are, always to be
Though gone in body, present near to me.

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