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🧡

Tender moments etched in memory.
Life is made of such moments.🙂💓