He sat there as frail as the brittle leaf that falls at the turn of the season.
My heart full of sorrow as the sun set in the horizon.
The children are playing still
Roosters call out to welcome the approaching dusk.
His eyes weary and his body slouched in his lazy chair.
As we watched the tip of the sun sink below the ocean’s edge he takes my hand
With a weak smile and his eyes gleaming with sparkles he says
“It was a beautiful day my daughter.”
And in a second he was lost again in the dark corners of his mind
Happiness filled my heart for a moment that I cherish forever
I went to his side and embraced him with care
Kissed the temple of his head and lifted him into my arms
I carried him over to his bed and prepared for evening prayer.
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This was written in dedication to my grandfather, Maluifafo Vito Fuamatu.
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