Grandaughter

His property adjoins mine.
We never talk, just nod at each other.

He’s weathered and torn from the years.
Wears a natural scowl.
It says, 
Leave me alone…

And everyone does.

But then she visited....

Four years and I’d never seen him smile,
But I could hear his laughter across the backyard,
As they colored pictures on his patio.

…And I thought of my own advancing years.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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