A poem
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I wrote this poem thinking of my paternal grandfather who died when my father was 7 years old. He was a poet, and when I write I think of him.
Stay and Smile
He speaks through the base of my neck,
Where the voice box rests.
Hello boys, I have not forgotten you.
We wait. All of us who you know are here.
We stay and smile.
Your life means a lot to you.
E.L
