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Grandfather in the Window
He was older when I came to know him.
As a person rather than a photograph or story.
Full of pride and doubt.
Bent slightly, but with that memory of height.
Memory of speed and strength.
That he still displayed.
I saw myself just now in the window reflection.
And I saw him in me.
Older but not, in some way, with the determination of life.
I am not so old as he was when I finally knew him.
But he is there.
(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (10 October 2009)
