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+ 9TH POEMS: Sonnet On My Late Paternal Grandmother's Love, Although I Was Adopted
The keepsakes I have gathered through my life
are now junk-piled, in a room beyond my reach:
due, mostly, to an old, familial strife
stirred by an house-infesting, ravenous leech.
I have now no representation of
my paternal grandmother's unconditional love.
Then certain facts were made very clear to me:
her love, part of my personal history,
is always accessible to my memory.
And, better than an object on a shelf,
it gloriously represents itself.
Her love for me, as an experience,
is part of my soul's trove of permanence;
love as enduring as the sky's stars above.
Starward-Led
