Louisville, Mississippi, USA
I sit quietly in front of you
On this hot southern afternoon
All the curtains drawn wide open
Letting the warm sun spill into the room.
You look at me and smile
As you would to a stranger on the street
Though I've know you all my life
It is as though we're about to meet.
I look into your clear blue eyes
That used to shine so bright
But now their only radiance
Is an ever dimming light.
I ask you how your day has been
And you smile in sweet reply,
And as we talk together softly
Tears are building behind my eyes.
My heart holds so many memories
Of us, along Time's ever flowing stream
But to you those precious memories
Are fading like a waking dream.
Such memories, both good and bad
Can never be replaced,
And as I softly kiss your cheek,
Tears start streaming down my face.
And as I rise to leave, I whisper
"Good night, Grandma, I'll be back again."
And you look deep into my eyes, and ask
"Once more, son, what's your name?"
~you reached inside, you touched my heart,
and I am all the better for it~
Terry A. Woodson, Jr.