Fall
Walking down the street, the
Sky is a beautiful blue with white fluffy clouds.
We inhale the scents of the multi-color trees and
Count our blessings as the gentle wind
Flutters the leaves to the ground.
Back home again we walk up the
red carpet, to our front door.
2008
My grandson, 4 years old
had recently lost his grandad
who he loved deeply-
Weeks later
we went to McDonald’s,
his favorite chicken nugget
place and we sat in a booth.
He closed his eyes and turned
his head up to the ceiling,
and I asked
What are you doing Michael-
his answer took me by surprise-
“I’m” talking to Grandaddy.”
That same night, he said
I was going to have to be
Grandaddy and Gramalie,
from now on-
