by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
As the grandkids
played in the yard
the rising smoke from the grill
gave the trees a strange look
and robbed the evening air
of its chill.
The memories seem to mix
with the tea and ice
and sweat on the glass
running down,
as my son and daughter
spoke of their children.
I remember speaking
with that kind of love,
because it wasn’t so long ago
holding them both in my lap
my chest filled with wonder and hope,
I bragged adorations to anyone
who would listen.
The leaves on the trees
conspired to give another decision,
whose wisdom now seemed proved;
the buds opened up
into the warm air,
and on a quiet summer
we moved.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016