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More Tea, Grandad?


Caught in a curious freeze-frame between life and death, we wait with you.

Resolutely alive; the same man I have known and loved throughout my entire existence

Yet undeniably trapped on the fringes of life as we once knew it.

Simultaneously drained of both heartache and hope,

I am (sadly) still, by turns, able to feel both emotions

Suddenly, fleetingly;

A stab through the heart

A lump in the throat

A tentative butterfly behind my ribs.

You squeeze my hand as I hold yours tight,

We talk; swap memories, exchange love.

Tread the well-worn paths of stories old,

Wondering what it would take to make them new;

Today’s truth.

Every day into which we both awaken,

Feels almost too beautiful a gift;

An answered plea, for sure.

One I wish could be acknowledged forever.

My heart breaks

With the inevitability of it all.

“More tea, Grandad?”

Are the words I speak the most.

“Yes please,”

Comes your reply.

Such unfaltering charm and good manners,

To the very end.

I love you;

Forever and always.

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