My grandfather is
Was
An incredible man
Top of his class
16 years in the air force
Stronger than a promise
More faithful than a candle in the dark
Braver than a child
At the top of the basement stairs
I want to give a tribute
An accolade
Perform a paen
Express through an encomium
Honour with an homage
Commend with comedy
So I get up on the stage
Shaking, quaking, breaking
I explain his life
His death
The missle that caught his fighter
Mid-flight
No one laughed
In short
It bombed
It was just a fluke that I happened to see
The ghost of a girl in 1893
I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore
But then she came 'round in 1894
A spirit was not something that I had wanted
Did you know that, when you wrote me, I was made of papercuts
That I was ink and glue and wax but mostly, I was papercuts
Did you know that, when you read me, I am made of memories
Do you remember when your mother's hands were magic?
When they looked like hands
Smelled like hands
Felt soft and calloused and strong like hands but weren't like your hands because
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