Poetry

Grandfather

Alexa Bryn

Behind your vacant stare,Memories lie hidden,Faltering and fleetingThe distant remembered,The present, unrecallable.

Never afraid beforeShadows of freshly plastered seamsOn my living room wall,Now haunt you, transporting youBack to the barbed-wire camps.

So vividly you recallYour Nazi captors,And your escapeYet, it is my name thatEscapes you now.

Your smooth fingers glide nimblyOver the piano keys.You are at peace;Lost in reveries,Only to wake upTo a confused reality.

Although your memory is extinguishing,On your delicate face,A smile has found a permanent home.Your gentle touch, warm eyesStill illuminate my heart.

Hands joined, ancient and innocentFloat together on waves of love.

Grandfather Alexa Bryn
Alexa Bryn, 11
Hollywood, Florida

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