Grandpa, I thought

 

 

The scent of dew mixed with sunshine

Summer heat escaping through the blinds

To tired night eyes

Spending late night hours by riversides

Whispering fae time prayers

 

But for the moment

Nostalgia swirls inside hearts

Pulling soul strings

With a bit of pain

At goodbye memories where

Those loved players have gone

From this time, space, moment

 

Remember smiles, laughter,

The smell of summer fruit

And bitter beat in humid air

Menchito's dancing to music

That holds a heritage swing

 

Slipping from his eyes to run around the ponds

Knowing he'll protect us

From any bad day demons

So we stay sweet with summer days

Playing in his eyes,

A sweetest memory

 

Author's Note

Cp. 4:02PM Mon 06/16/08 'Closer' NeYo ok, for My Menchito, nostalgic thought, pressed from earlier this morninglast night, rewrite sometime, ok, I love you very much. (Typed, House)