March 1st


I always thought the day that my Grandpapa passed,
Would cause pain, despair, and grief that would last,
Until my heart grew cold from an irreplaceable void,
And I would no longer find happiness from what I once enjoyed.

But none of this happened on March the first,
When the pain of his loss should have been at its worst.
Instead, I felt sadness for generations to come,
Who will never get to witness generosity from,

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