Grandpas Boat
grandpa’s pride on the water
sitting by the dock of the bay
barely lassoed, relaxed and happy
reflecting calm waters
not a breeze in sight
worries dissipate
catfish smell
a slumbering peacefulness
I know God is at the helm
A small ripple
Splash!
the world is waking up
I open my eyes and see grandpa disappearing
There is his smile
I love you I tell him
Gone fifteen years
but as long as I have his boat
never really gone.
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