A Memory To Treasure

Light emerged from a place not so far A scene displayed beneath its roof’s tar… “The sun entered through the window sill Brightening the room as it filled in the still A granddaughter sat on her grandfather’s bed As he lay down on his back His lips moved in unison As his tongue played a tune… Of his voice that was music to her ears…” The clock ticked gently Yet, time passed quickly… “His granddaughter’s eyes gazed at him intently As she listened to the one story she asked of him to say… A story, young kids adore listening to… Where Little Red Riding Hood hopped into the woods… She always asked that story to be told… No matter what was on hold…” His granddaughter had her golden hair tied back, As she sat quietly beside her grandfather’s hand His warm tune engulfed her with safety, As she sat there: imagination on display… One day, that special began to slip away As his tune was never heard again… And all that’s left in the granddaughter’s mind... Is a memory to hold onto... A memory to treasure… A memory of a young child with golden hair Looking at her grandfather so intently Listening to Little Ridding Hood being played By her grandfather’s warming tunes While he was lying down: resting on his bed… May you rest in peace LOVED ONE I Love You Grandpa…