Death of a Fire

A Poem

Grace Moore

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Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

My grandpa in a hospital bed
bones and skin and little else
but I remember him
when I was seven, and I asked him
what God looked like
because I thought God would have looked
a little bit like him
just bigger, and maybe mixed with
a little bit of Aladdin’s Genie:
all-powerful, kind, granter of wishes
He told me if God looked like anything
He would look like fire
an inferno so bright and powerful
you wouldn’t be able to look at it
Back in the hospital room,
I think maybe we were both
a little bit right
and a little bit wrong
because there he is right in front of me
and I can hardly bear
to look

Grace Moore is a writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Her interests include travel, reading, and doing any activity that involves supplies from the craft store. She lives in Washington with her husband, where they can often be found discussing Doctor Who in-depth. She’s passionate about helping writers find their motivation and unlock their creativity. Follow her on Instagram, sign up for her newsletter, and support her on Ko-fi.

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Grace Moore

Learning to do this writer thing and sharing as I go. Poetry, CNF, mental health, and too many other interests. Support: ko-fi.com/gracemoore