Grandpas Boat

grandpa’s pride on the water sitting by the dock of the bay barely lassoed, relaxed and happy reflecting calm waters not a breeze in sight worries dissipate catfish smell a slumbering peacefulness I know God is at the helm A small ripple Splash! the world is waking up I open my eyes and see grandpa disappearing There is his smile I love you I tell him Gone fifteen years but as long as I have his boat never really gone.