The first time I saw a dead body,
it didn’t look like how I imagined.
They were just bones
dug straight out the ground.
I never met you, and I was only 8,
but we were bringing your body back
from the motherland.
Brown bones empty eye sockets.
Just like the skulls I saw on TV.
I don’t know why you weren’t in a coffin
Decaying along with earth.
Maybe they couldn’t afford one.
Your body was organized in pieces
gently being transported into a box.
Hey Grandpa, here’s your coffin
Fifty years later . . .
You sure are patient.
I heard all kinds of things about you growing up.
You were apparently so strict
I highly doubt I would have been born.
If you were alive when my mom met my dad
there wouldn’t have been a wedding
there wouldn’t have been infidelity
there wouldn’t have been loneliness
and there wouldn’t have been me.
sometimes I wish you were still living
so I wouldn’t have to be.
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