Come, my Grandson, beneath the palms of the night,
Lie down under its tranquil lucid,
And rest your stress and discontent here,
To fight tomorrow with the pitiless autism again!
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quite wonderful on many levels, especially the conclusion 'My grandson, come to the refuge of this night's stairs, I have lit the candle of my eyes into its elegant foyers, My stirring eyelids will bring soon your sweet dream, And drive away all your nightmares and impediments.'
Very touching sentiments of a grieving grand parent about the painful condition of grand child has been narreted in this superb poem. Thanks for sharing.10++ points.