Doctor Grandma

Street lights and sunrise give light together,

One is dying, the other rising,

Go back inside to get my phone

but when I return, night light is gone.

Morning comes as it always does,

this one cold, I can see my breath,

32 degrees makes one hesitate to enjoy the beauty, and the

firepit sits alone, unused,

too cold to sit around a fire,

yet, memories of friends’ voices linger,

and the sun will shine today,

all day long.

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