Grandparents

They’re gone, but still inside me

Soothing, praising, supporting my efforts.

Listening to my anger while defusing it.

I look at their pictures and weep

Longing to feel their touch

Missing the voice of love that was always available.

Someday, we’ll laugh together, hug and kiss again.

But, not today. Today is just for memories.

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