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Grandparents 2020
The sun rose above treetops in the dappled autumn sky
The air a misty veil of tears. The breeze a gentle sigh.
A blackbird, in the distance, sang a tune that tore my heart.
How sad the times, how sad the times that we must be apart.
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The echo of the voices across the distant miles,
The fleeting glimpse of faces, the winks, the nods the smiles,
The moments that we cling to and then we must depart.
How sad the times, how sad the times that we must be apart.
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No hugs, no tender touches. No kisses we can share.
Just faces in the ether. Just voices in the air.
How long before it leaves us and we can play our part?
How sad the times, how sad the times that we must be apart.
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