Oh God
I don’t believe you
for irretrievable sins in me.
My grandchild was asking
why did you have to go?
I had no answer.
My eyes were damp.
Okay, cannot hold you grandpa,
will you come again?
I was the end, I was the beginning.
I kissed the burning tears of my small chit.
I said, let me go,
Set me free, I will come,
one day in you, you are me.
