One morning I walked into a room to find my daughter weeping holding on to my dad's jacket. She had a dream of her grandpa who was her favorite person in the world, a few months after he had passed away.
My eyes chanced upon a girl
Her heart, beautiful like a pearl
Her face, enveloped in gloom
She was standing in that room
With unfurled hair
And her feet, bare
Eyes, soaking wet
Hands clinging to a jacket
Hugging her, I asked
"Why are you weeping?"
She said, "I dreamt of my grandpa
He would sit on the sofa
And tell me a folklore
Applauding my music galore
But he is no more
To shout for an encore!"
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