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Hmm

by Abel Johnson Thundil 2 years ago in sad poetry
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Written by Abel Johnson Thundil

Hmm
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My grandma sits in front of the TV.

But she doesn’t hear,

Doesn’t read,

Doesn’t understand.

She makes out everything through sight,

And she makes out everything wrong.

But I am responsible too.

She sees a villain with a gun

And asks if he's a cop.

I say “hmm” and shake my head.

She sees two girls kissing

And asks if one of them is a man in disguise.

I say “hmm" and shake my head.

She sees a car explode

And asks if it's a war.

I say “hmm" and shake my head.

Then the questions stop coming

As she closes her eyes

And her head falls back into the sofa.

I call her up

And take her to her room.

There is something beautiful about this;

She'll sit there again tomorrow and ask me questions.

I’ll say “hmm" and shake my head.

There is something beautiful about this;

Something beautiful

In seeing and not understanding;

Something beautiful

In saying “hmm" and shaking my head.

So we watch TV together

Everyday.

sad poetry

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