I saw my grandpa today.
It's been a few years for me now.
I drove out quite a way,
through the country where farmers plow.
Out past the school with only one room
Where Grandpa went as a kid.
Now it's deserted as a tomb,
With field mice and birds amid.
And when I arrived at Grandpa's place
I didn't play like before.
It was a small, quiet, and gentle space,
And I couldn't roughhouse anymore.
We talked mostly of the changing times,
The bait shop is closed now too.
"Did you know my last name is now Grimes?"
He wasn't there, but he knew.
Not much else to speak of and yet,
I lingered there for a while.
Among Iris, Rosemary, and Violet,
I bid goodbye with a smile.
I saw my Grandpa today.
It's been a few years for me now.
And I left a wet tear on the ground where he lay,
"I'll come back soon," I vow.
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There is something almost solemn yet magical about visiting our grandparents place. It may get a bit easier as time goes on...but oh I miss mine so.
Have a wonderful New Year ahead...looking forward to reading (and hearing) more of your talents:))
Thank you Dawn. I'll always miss my Grandpa, that's for sure. I try to remember how fortunate I was to know him as long as I did.