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my grandfather and home
i my grandfather used to count the days for return with his fingers he then used stones to count not enough he used the clouds birds people absence turned out to be too long thirty six years until he died for us now it is over seventy years my grandpa lost his memory he forgot the numbers the people he forgot home ii i wish i were with you grandpa i would have taught myself to write you poems volumes of them and paint our home for you i would have sewn you from soil a garment decorated with plants and trees you had grown i would have made you perfume from the oranges and soap from the skys tears of joy couldnt think of something purer iii i go to the cemetery every day i look for your grave but in vain are they sure they buried you or did you turn into a tree or perhaps you flew with a bird to the nowhere iv i place your photo in an earthenware pot i water it every monday and thursday at sunset i was told you used to fast those days in ramadan i water it every day for thirty days or less or more v how big do you want our home to be i can continue to write poems until you are satisfied if you wish i can annex a neighboring planet or two vi for this home i shall not draw boundaries no punctuation marks