by Mike Link

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Grandsons

How does it happen?
Never expected
Never requested
You are just what I needed.

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Getting Old
Reaching milestones
Looking Back
Reflecting
Retiring
Three births
Three boys
Three sets of smiles
New eyes
New world
Thinking of the future

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Laughter is the song of life We speak in sentences We dance in rhythms Our communication is vibrations of joy and sadness Our ears listen for the song We hear the singing wilderness We listen for the perfect sound of Buddhism Our antennae reach in to the void of space for static We tell stories with sound and movement We sing ballads We lecture as though afraid to laugh Our memory is pictures and sounds Our grandchildren enter with the sound of crying They make sounds of want They speak syllables of unknown languages Then they laugh and we all communicate Our age restrains some abilities But age does not filter the joy of laughter We do not ask the meaning of laughter We give laughs back and we all understand.

 

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The Grandparents Dilemma

I want to write this poem
This epic idea
This sense of love
This ode to caring
But, alas, I can’t remember
Thank goodness – you still know
The message is one of love.

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Walking Across the Street

A hand wrapped around a finger
Trust
Love
Connection

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Cheyenne Zoo

Go to the Zoo
Go to the Zoo Gramma
Go to the Zoo
Giraffes
See giraffes
Feed giraffes, Gramma
Go to the zoo?

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Cold Rainy Day

March Day
Brown Day
Remember the sunny day
Grampa, you play with me
I want you to play with me
Inside
Thinking outside
Wet socks drying
Thomas the train
Can't chase away the rain