Grandpa’s letters

Letters, Old, Typewriter, Vintage, Text
P.C :- Pixabay

I see you’ve epitomised me,
to be the world of you through your,
letters , link between me and
you now immortalised,
quick in your passing,
Grandpa, your love
for me shall,
always
stay,
As
long as
Earth and sky
last, eternal,
In my memory,
In my veins, In my breath,
My love for you as was your,
abundant love for me shall last,
Immortalised here, Fresh as today.

Poetry Form :- Double Inverted Nonet (9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1/1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9  syllables)

Thoughts :- I have no remembrance of my granddad, he passed away when I was barely one, but it’s through his countless typed letters I got to know that he thought me to be the world of him. This poem is dedicated to my dearest Ajja (Grandpa) and his letters that I hold dear.

Acknowledgements :- Thanks to Colleen. M. Chesebro for hosting this challenge and Merril. D. Smith for a wonderful prompt theme, “immortality”. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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