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...trade: a grin for a death...
by Charlie Morgan
murmuring winds whisper loss
as they brush my face.
the gales never stop.
family reunions, once large,
now measured in fractions.
aunts, dad, mother, countless cousins;
uncle after uncle: gone.
i arrest the winds and add commas
to stop the steady flow of people
leaving me alone in my life;
all are replaced by a grandson's grin.
08/29/2007
Posted on 08/29/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/29/07 at 04:10 PM And if that grandson's grin has the power my grandson's does, it has the power to transcend and transport you... |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 08/30/07 at 02:47 AM Charlie, I like this very much. Thanks for the read. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/02/07 at 01:40 AM My heart fell in the middle, but you lifted it so high in the end. Perfect description of life and loss. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/04/07 at 02:11 PM Wow, I relate to this. I love the use of the wind and how you arrest it with commas. The last line is perfect - fills the void with joy and the future. |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 09/04/07 at 07:03 PM It comes into real focus when you realize everyone up to your generation has taken the big dirt nap..and you have to wonder when they're going to call your number! (chuckle) - A bar stool can be a great place to wait..cheers! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/10/07 at 08:20 PM How glorious, amidst all those commas, to be interrupted by the !! in the grandson's grin and the grandpa's gleam. Lovely, Charlie. |
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