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Snow
1994

You used to talk to me
 1
Your stories filled the air
 2
And I’d laugh in all the right places.
 3
I could have used my tears
 4
To count all the times
 5
Where I didn’t get to say
 6
That I loved you –
 7
And those tears are still falling,
 8
So each time on trails
 9
Down my cheek,
 10
I’m filling the void that the words wouldn’t have filled
 11
Even if I had spoken them.
 12
You used to show me things
 13
I had never imagined –
 14
Perfectly detailed model airplanes
 15
That flew over microchip cities
 16
And danced to the music
 17
Of a violin made of gold.
 18
Once when I was young,
 19
You told me you’d never seen snow fall,
 20
And I believed you
 21
And tried to convince you
 22
That if you came to our house
 23
During the winter
 24
And stood outside long enough,
 25
You’d be able to dance
 26
In the sparkling flurries.
 27
Now as I look into your eyes –
 28
I can see the snow again,
 29
But this time it’s the digital,
 30
Static snow of an old TV set;
 31
And every time I cry
 32
Tiny crystals flutter to the ground
 33
To fill the void
 34
That my silence
 35
Could not.
 36

this poem is about my grandfather who had a massive stroke in October.  the reference to model airplanes and microchip cities is talking about the model airplanes he would put together and his computer skills.  now most of the time he's totally unresponsive, although we think he can understand us when we speak to him.

2 May 07


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