(Dedicated to my Grandma & Papap)
here, you taught me to dream, lightly
where the aching of the swing set strained a melody, at the beginning
where a breeze whispered promises wisping dandelion feathers in the wake of a wish
blooming soft and warm like love and the smell of fresh cut grass
a meadow holds a quiet dream, a giggle shared in secret
lifting spirits, confidence soars, a future unfolds
like a kite, the gift of time and the perfect day
wondering wonderful days meant to be eternal
I take a picture with my mind, memory captured
lessons of life lie among the white clover blossoms
and everywhere else you’ve tread, thank you