Even if you’re a time traveler in their presence,
Somehow no longer an adult-
Just a kid looking for a grey beard in a crowd,
Sharing late-night candy your mom said you couldn’t have.
Now I watch my daughter find the same bond,
Sharing the same M&M’s and laughing like she's discovered a secret- one I already know
Grandparents don’t live forever,
And each hug feels a little more dire,
Each visit has longer in between.
Somehow still having a grandparent after eighteen
Makes them feel somewhat immortal.
But he’s not immortal.
He’s just a man,
Raised in a generation where men showed no weakness.
He wears strength like an old letterman jacket-
And I never saw him as frail,
Just comfort.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
Even if you’re a time traveler in their presence,
Somehow no longer an adult-
Just a kid looking for a grey beard in a crowd,
Sharing late-night candy your mom said you couldn’t have.
Now I watch my daughter find the same bond,
Sharing the same M&M’s and laughing like she's discovered a secret- one I already know
Grandparents don’t live forever,
And each hug feels a little more dire,
Each visit has longer in between.
Somehow still having a grandparent after eighteen
Makes them feel somewhat immortal.
But he’s not immortal.
He’s just a man,
Raised in a generation where men showed no weakness.
He wears strength like an old letterman jacket-
And I never saw him as frail,
Just comfort.
And I know that he's missed his wife for a decade, but I can't help but still want him to stay here
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