Work Text:
My Grandfather
by Scribe
He sits quietly now, staring into space.
He used to know everything,
and he was so strong, so sure,
a giant among men.
He used to know everything,
and now he fumbles for the names
of children and grandchildren,
watching them with puzzled eyes.
And he was so strong, so sure,
but now he can no longer answer
the uplift of childish arms,
wanting to be lifted onto broad shoulders.
A giant among men,
he has become stooped,
his broad frame narrowed,
till only his spirit is still great.
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