Day 16: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write an elegy

My grandfather is a star
with a mischievous grin that slides across his face
and Maybelline eyelashes that pretty his piercing gaze
and a slow, Southern swagger like Johnnie Walker’s Sunday drive from mouth to belly

My grandfather is a star
never in a hurry but always on time
misanthropically declining invitations to constellations
but always there for me, bright, on lonely nights
when I happen to search the sky

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