Grandfather

Sleepless I speak at length
With your restless phantoms
Now standing over me
I am receiving all your pain
Every toothache, every boot in the ribs
Now piling on top of my own
I am a whopping great weight
Sinking rapidly into oblivion
If only I could curl myself up
Until I disappear and join you
And my lost children
Three sparkling jewels in your palm
Wafting about the ether
But instead I endure
Reminding myself to breathe
And live justly, for your sake