Keeping Him Alive
Sitting on my grandfather's lap,
I look about the room
scanning the statues and carpets and overflowing bookshelves
a scene I know all too well, and I feel
comforted, as my grandfather speaks about some distant war,
a time I have never know, but somehow
the stories come alive.
His voice rises and falls like the sound of marching soldiers
he speaks of a fallen friend
and the man whose life he took on his first and final shot
He wants me to know these stories
I must know these stories-
But I was too young to understand
And maybe, I still am. Yet,
I will continue to keep his story alive:
Grandpa, I won't let you down.
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