At breakfast he sits just across
from the coffee cups and pats of butter,
elbows propped on either side of an empty
placemat while I flip through a magazine.
And then I am winding down with the
sun that hugs me through our bay window,
while he is swaying hello from the maple tree
with the shade that falls in and out like an eager child.
He turns down the bed and tells me
the same story of his childhood while I
brush my teeth and close the curtains,
routinely kiss the photo of him on the nightstand.
He touches my face, my grandfather
who lingers still, and I don’t feel it but I can.
Either way there is a warmth I can’t explain;
he leaves me love letters in my dreams.
17 responses to “My Grandfather Who Lingers Still”
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Love letters in your dreams. Best line I’ve read today. And best gift I can think of.
Thank you ❤ ❤
You’re welcome Nicole ❤
Loved the last line, “he leaves me love letters in my dreams.”
Thank you, Red Sunset. 🙂
This is so sweet! I love it Nicole!! I’m going to share your lovely poem with my boyfriend as he recently lost his grandmother. I think he’ll really enjoy it 🙂
Thank you so much vyvy! give him my condolences ❤
You are so welcome! I will! ❤
Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you ❤
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This reminds me of things I treasure, that they will always stay in my heart, forever.
Thank you for sharing this ❤
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