Poetry
1 min
Through his lens
Abigail Chou
His old house, a window into his life.
Although he is gone,
his oil paintings live on,
each vibrant and realistic like a picture,
reminding me of his warm smile and presence.
Paintings of scenery and family members,
allow me to see the world through his lens.
Each paint stroke,
full of meaning, full of purpose.
I take on his artistic skills,
painstakingly spending hours
perfecting every piece.
Like my grandfather,
strong and stoic,
I remain quiet during conversations,
observing and listening.
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