Grandpa's inheritance

The stunted lemon tree was our inheritance,
From grandpa who limped in jest of life.

Empty promises delude the gaunt,
His legend inscribed in cheeks he slapped.

Stories written, firm and tough,
We wished to cry but tears fold slow.

Stop the humor clap to pause,
The bird in hand has failed to roost.

Today we rest in shrubs that grew,
On lumpy graves that no one knew.

Still he kept the faith for all,
Wished us well we bow to glow.

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Kisii, Kenya January 2010