I look at the pictures
of us when I was young,
Your smile so wide
as I sit next to you;
Photos of me tossing
balls in the basket
You fastened to the gate,
so we can pass the time
during hot summer days.
The years are filled with us
sharing, laughing,
Your grandchildren standing
proudly with you
At different stages of
our lives, these moments
stretching on forever.
We know your thread
will not last forever,
Yet we do all we can
to preserve it.
07/07/2019
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