my sweet, small son with
so much light in his eyes
is busy wrapping small fingers
around everything he shouldn’t
and you are not here to call out that
bellowing “yo”, shake your head and
belly laugh, sip a glass of chianti
I’d snuck next to your plate.
I bet he’d stay on your lap just
a bit longer than anyone else’s.
I bet you’d have some way of
taming this small beast that
would leave us all wondering, how.
I think he’d even ask for you
when his tongue starts forming words.
I still think he’ll know to,
somehow, even with you gone –
grandpa, great grandpa, I love you.