Grandad's grave

they sleep
in so many
different ways
each direction
pulls me a
separate way
the alluvial
seeps so
deeply into
my days
etched on
my face
this fengshui spot
late grandad's
final house
late grandma's
cold seat
as she puffed
away the haunting blues
dividing her world
his world
i wiped, wiped
cleaned the mosaic cross
the only place here
where i could
rest my heart
the myriad blooms
pull me back to this world

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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