Monday, March 27, 2006

the end

She said her grandpa wore diapers.
She said he had a dirty mouth,
and liked to hit her with a cane.
It made her cry,
it made her want to scrape her
fingernails across his face,
It made her love him even more.
The end was near,
but she'd trade all the pain in the world,
for one more day.

1 Comments:

Blogger bluelily said...

this poem is very moving. i love poetry. thanks for your comment on my blog. xoxo's.

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