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Madame Tussaud
It would take years for me to understand
what beauty lay inside my ill paternal grandfather.
After a series of transient ischemic attacks, or TIA's, a massive stroke
finally arrived, parting him down
the middle as if by a cruel craftsman.
I'm told I was damnably prone to crying. I had been crying one day when Percy picked me up in his one good arm.
His last breath saw him melting like some
Madame Tussaud waxwork.
But misshapen as he was, his love for me was whole and perfectly formed.
what beauty lay inside my ill paternal grandfather.
After a series of transient ischemic attacks, or TIA's, a massive stroke
finally arrived, parting him down
the middle as if by a cruel craftsman.
I'm told I was damnably prone to crying. I had been crying one day when Percy picked me up in his one good arm.
His last breath saw him melting like some
Madame Tussaud waxwork.
But misshapen as he was, his love for me was whole and perfectly formed.
Published 28th Jul 2020
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