Pride dries her eyes
as black as rain
-coats huddling close
like carrion crow.
The little boy
buries his hands
in deep pockets
warm with secrets.
With care unwraps
his grandad’s gift
and gives to her
to draw a smile.
Gran looks away
and back to when
she met a boy
that gave like him. |
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