A Grandfather

We sit at fancy
dining tables and discuss
his death and its consequences
like it were a good
story that can be told
and re-told.

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And where are we all now?
Moved on from the glory
of being his grandchildren
and we now
use him as a convenient tool
to show-off our lineage.

Have we bothered to live up to
any of his expectations?
I wonder, if he were alive,
would he have approved of our
shallow, carelessly lived
lives.

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Of course I miss him!
What a question to ask!
There's something missing in
the way I'm greeted upon coming home,
I can't find the familiar pat on my shoulder
or the pomegranate seeds sitting on my
desk anymore.
Do you know he used to always give
me the bouquets he got at
grand parties? It's in those small things
that I know I miss him.