Nothing more loving or telling
Then memories of yester year.
Those precious moments live between the tiny parts in our minds,
like short cut field grass between the toes.
Bouncing here and there. Sometimes,
appearing from nowhere. Flash!
…and suddenly I see – my Grandfather smiling at me –
With eyes I haven’t seen in 50 years.
His memory goes, as quickly as it came,
taking with him that familiar scent,
either cigar or blue-tip match struck to light it…
Space fades with his eyes, slowly getting farther and farther,
until I see nothing and am left with longing…
of just another second or two, perhaps…
And then gratitude – to God and to my mind.
For grace still allows me to remember such things.
But here we are, preparing yet again for another year.
Another effort, another cross to bear upon these aching bones.
Another year to be tormented by the evil of this Earth.
And what say you, dear friend, to my humbug temperament?
Quick to judge could be wrong because –
If nothing else I do this year,
then torture and slave away,
Then let it be to impart just here,
a smile for my grandchildren’s way…..
That memories of my eyes will keep them happy along their own way.
It’s really a gift from my Grandfather.
I’m only copy-catting.
Happy New Year all! Blessings to everyone.