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Now I have to dust the dust with my duster... (Freestyle)

Granddad Has Escaped

by LisaMay

Dust to dust, and ash to ash, Granddad’s jar just fell down — crash! He’s flipped his lid; in grit I skid. How will I rid this flying dirt before somebody might get hurt? Up in smoke, now a payback joke, Granddad liked a laugh or two, and even cremated, I think he knew, that I would groan at what he’s done. I loathe housework — it’s never fun. In memories of times well spent, I smile a sad smile, and all the while as I am bent to my task of sweeping the floor, I remember the man whom I adore. Granddad’s laughter sounds so near — I hear him chuckling in my ear. And now I must dust.