tubes keep you alive
flowing through your veins
but there’s never enough air
to fill you up completely
when parents left child
you were there
don’t leave now
you wanted great-grandchildren
you wanted to bless my hand
in marriage
you’ve accepted death
like a warm hug
but not by choice
by force
stay
you keep Jesus alive
a cross burned into my chest
Heaven’s gates stay open
only for you
when I die I’ll disappear
when you die you’ll go there
I pissed on your carpet
when I was five
I’m sorry
lungs collapse
wait for me
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- Comment from author about the poem: My grandfather. Raised me half my life, clinging to his body like a crab to a shell. I carry faith only for him.
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