My Grandfather Who Lingers Still


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.


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17 responses to “My Grandfather Who Lingers Still

  1. Love letters in your dreams. Best line I’ve read today. And best gift I can think of.

  2. Loved the last line, “he leaves me love letters in my dreams.”

  3. 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 🙂

  4. That’s beautiful
    Thank you for sharing it.

  5. Reblogged this on and commented:
    This reminds me of things I treasure, that they will always stay in my heart, forever.

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