My granddad told me stories about
Way back when
Of when to let things go and when
I should defend
He taught me things about the
planting of a field
The way the garden grows and how
it gives its yield
The names of all the plants and varieties of
colorful flowers
I still recall his stories when sad Feelings hit and cause
Me dark hours
I picture his big, calloused hands when
He planted his seeds in a row
by his side each day, together
we watch them grow
Every June, we watch them as they
bloom and sway
I turn my face towards the sun, and through smiling eyes, I watch my Grandad’s way
My grandad left and went away in the summer of
nineteen sixty-four
My grandad’s face would not return to our
garden gate anymore
It broke my heart. Shattering my core, I didn’t understand. Grandad
Thinking of you. I missed my very best friend
I ever had
I’ll wait to see your smiling sky-blue eyes
to shine again someday
I’m sad, and so I run to you in my mind and catch
a glimpse of you today
Come some sunny day in the month of June
we’ll meet again
On a wildflower hillside by
A fragrant grassy glen
I will see you then, my sweet grandad,
THE BEST FRIEND THIS SMALL GIRL EVER HAD
