by abcelephant

Created on: November 11, 2009

Tiny fingers, plump and round,

grab at the ring on my finger

she bares her tiny teeth at me

and I smile as I watch her gaze linger

her fingernails graze the pale, delicate skin

and she tinkers with my ring

the words roll innocently off her tongue,

"Where is it from, this thing?"

the edges of my tired lips

crinkle as they turn

and momentarily I thought of the past

of my brief, life-changing sojourn

two scores prior today

during the month of november

a man sat under fallings leaves

leaves I'd always remember

they crunched under the sole of my shoe

in the breeze they twisted and danced

without hesitation I attempted imitation

and glided through the air in a trance

the corner of my eye watched the man grin

and he stood up under the tree

we laughed and skipped and closed our eyes

until he fell into me

from the grass I watched the leaves

float away as time flew by

and with them I knew that I wouldn't follow

not anymore, not I.

The man approached me from behind

and feathered something under my nose

the little girl watched him with large, curious eyes

and I said, "Your grandfather knows."

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