I wrote this one when I moved into new flat where my Granfather lived. I'm still wondering how it would be If he was still alive. He wrote a lot of poems for me and my family, I have two of his huge books here in Gdańsk- they're about the day of my birth and the first year of my life. There is this one poem that says "maybe, when you'll grow up, you'll be writing something too. It's not that hard, you'll see". While reading this one I have already written some songs, and I play guitar, as he always wanted. I touches me so much, his poems are so incredibly beautiful and cute, also, he has wrote down some of my memories and dreams, that I no longer have. It's so easy to come back to the days when I was 5, lying next to him and drawing together, laughing and telling stories. And because of that, I'm really afraid to loose memories of him, he gave me so much to remember and it's so precious. Even with something like that you can't remember everything. And that's so sad.
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