Monday, April 21, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day 18: My Grandmother In The Last Stages

I can’t even try
To understand. It isn’t fair.
To say otherwise would be a lie. 

Even though I pray
That all will be well, I know too soon
Inevitably, you will fade away.

Delicate as air
I hold your comb, as you once did mine

Drawing it through your snow-white hair.

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