Without My Grandchildren Poem by mark nwagwu

Without My Grandchildren

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It's time for them to leave
my grandchildren

my home my soul
filled with their two week universe
smiles, frowns, barbecued sirloin
soda, disorder, order
sniffling, jeans falling off waist

dwelling place of wonder
mystery
life in years
years of life
all is my grandchildren

now write is all
my soul can squueze out
squeezed like a lemon
lemons syringed with juices
of a universe growing
transforming
for them
to return to

and that's their grandpa
me.

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mark nwagwu

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Obetiti Nguru Nigeria
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