My Dearest Grandpa (Walked, Road, Heaven)

Do you remember when I was a child
how I had always looked up to you?
You were the

Snow-berry pond

Virgin skates touch frozen pond

Where dreams extend quite far beyond

The patchy gray and frozen fronds

Shadows of Dusk


In shadows of dusk
light wanes like a flickering candle.

Breezes ripple across the water,
wave upon wave
gently

I rest my head upon her ripened breast,
In awe of every tender, taken breath.
Too long consumed by vanity's rapport,
Between

A child of three as lovely as she could be

With golden hair and green eyes so rare

Who could hold a smile for quite awhile