I felt the sweetest heartache
as Grandpa went back in time...
He took me down a country road,
leaves whistled in the wind;
he said in his and Grandma's day
they called it River's Bend.
It was just a little brook
that crossed the covered lane;
it sang to them a river song,
but never shall again.
The old green pickup rattled
through Grandpa's wooden gate;
I was listening with my heart
though I was only eight.
But now I know what Grandpa knew
(the river songs and lanes),
and why, without my grandma,
Grandpa never was the same.
Nice poem
Nice poem