Grandpa

He was sitting on the front step of the old family home Agnes departed,a month ago,to a more "heavenly" destination But ,everytime a photograph of her begins to come into view The expression ,of such a lonely apparent ,does not,as yet, understands what he can plaintively do,to ease the sorrow and a Heart..quietly beating and a brief little sigh.. ..while looking upward and gently starts to cry George,a wise sage at 75, is in temporary hibernation The children are grown and have moved out,a great distance since He watches the neighborhood fondlings,hurriedly running home from the old schoolyard,where he used to play,about 60 or so,passing Autumns ago As the babies hop and skip,Grandpa George stands up to shake his hip and whispering,ever so softly to himself: "If only the Internet and Web sites had existed back then, I would have gotten a B+ or maybe an A" Such reminisces can be,at such turmultuous times,too much for even a grandparent to bear But,the truth can also be beautiful: Just clear the mind and let ,the folliage of today,into your Spring and early Summer: "Mother would have approved at this canvas that I do paint with the brushes that are kept on the tray,in the farthest corner of my Mind" Today, the fanciest of Beamers or a Television plasma continue to disturb our vision's resources Impel us to heavy weight and true Nature does her best to replicate and we are tuned to AMERICAN IDOL,sitting lazily to contemplate This Man of an earlier age, still sitting on the front step Staring,obtusively,toward the Milky Light and calling to Mama: "Someday,my sweet..I will return to you,forever onto the Night.. our hands,together,with the Angels,humming our Wedding Day hymn with our majesty's blessing and just a dab of poetry's write