Yizkor for a Jewish Grandfather

Grandfather, your hands were marked like lines on a map
And your old eyes saw all times and tides.
 
You survived and thrived
And visit me still
Even though you have long since left.
 
O, Ageless Explorer,
Your heart may be in the ground
But you have become the foundation of my step.
 
For when I step, you step with me
In the great, endless journey that never truly rests.

 

Poem

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