By the end of the month, my grandfather’s book of poetry will be published. It has been an interesting project for me. I’ve learned about my grandpa and my family through his writings. Since he died when I was only five years old, it was one of the few ways available for me to get to know him.
Love has no other limitations
Than the force of our own resistance.
Requiring only occasional declarations
To substantiate its complete existence.
Though it’s a need indispensably definite
For the preservation of humanity,
It’s a shame its only prerequisite
Is often treated so negligently.