I’m trying to recall you
and all I can see is
an old-man-form
in old-man-clothing,
like Mister Rogers,
safe and warm,
and an antiseptic smell.
Your energy though,
has never left me;
You hang in the corners
of these dream-like images
where I feel a sense of love
and home, where I feel
accepted and wanted.
I’ve never forgotten
you showing me
that a man can give
freely of love,
that there is purity
and I once knew its
softness.
I’m forever a bud of a child,
nourished by you,
during harsh-times and waterless-days.
I am the flower of your love.
Thank you,
Grandpa.
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The photo is of a bead embroidered heart charm I made (I make a lot of these, of course they are all different).
