Oh.
Two Countries
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. [...]
Read it on greatpoets here.We lost my grandfather, my Papa, one week and four days ago. We held his ( Read more... )
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. [...]
Read it on greatpoets here.We lost my grandfather, my Papa, one week and four days ago. We held his ( Read more... )
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Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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It's a lovely poem, isn't it?
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