A poem dedicated to a fond memory.
|A gentle hand, calloused beyond age.
A wrinkled parchment, taken from a torn page.
Polite magic from the soul of a proud man.
A prayer told to a small boy of a promised land.
Tears roll down an unshaven cheek, a warm smile.
Magic in his blue green eyes, sitting for just awhile.
Oh Lord, he cries, keep away this awful pain.
A whisper falls from among the stars, comes with the rain.
I fall asleep on his lap waiting for the morn.
I see grandpa in my soul, a child of five, sad and forlorn.
Grandpas' prayer is on my lips, caught in my throat.
Goodbye grandpa, I cherish the memory, I walk into the rain.