My Grandpa
by Alexandra Mardirossian

My grandpa was a quiet man
He was not wild or weak
He was like a willow in the breeze, swaying gracefully
While we are loud, he was soft
He was as peaceful as a light snow, drifting down on a leaf
He was a caterpillar who went into his cocoon
He left his shell, his body, on Earth
Now he is a butterfly
His soul wanders freely



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Poem Copyright 2006 by Alexandra Mardirossian

 

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