Legacy in the Marrow

I remember combing his

grey, thinning hair,

innocent…

grooming in a gesture of love,

unaware of the weight

and value that love held.

Tiny hands, feather-light on

his lap.

My giggles and smiles

breathing sweetness into

his aging body.

Youth wrapped around us,

a simple, tender display of

affection.

A memory I carry

well past the breath of his lungs.

Even now, I feel him hover,

fly over,

watching

how I care for others,

my loved ones,

the ones I choose to

hold close.

The ones who came after him

benefit from the lessons

we learned together.

Grandpop and

granddaughter,

a bond alive

from days long ago.

—FromTenderGround🧡