There is a photo of me fishing with my grandpa,

standing by the water, throwing the rod,

cows eating grass behind us.

There is a photo of me talking to him,

surrounded by my family, smiling,

pictures of past generations on the wall.

There is a photo of me visiting him in the hospital.

He wanted to be in his own bed.

There is not a photo of me saying goodbye to him,

Grandpa lying on a bed,

eyes closed,

trying to sing an old song.

By Ramiro, 12th grade

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