I wake to his whistling On the couch in the den His mug full of black coffee Now empty, he'll get up to fill it again
My grandfather is constant He has never walked out on me He has taught me that nonsense Lies within the person who flees
I have watched him slow with age His bones have grown weak and frail I know that he sheds tears offstage When he looks back on the trials of his tale
My grandfather is water He flows and ebbs, traveling from place to place But he has had three otters To keep him company... just in case
He is a constant imperfect man Who loves motorcycles and sweets He's too laid-back to have a plan But shows up early when we meet
I lie awake and I know he does the same Staring at the ceiling is one thing we share in common Sleep has always been like a waiting game He wishes he could close his eyes more often
My grandfather is constant water He is changeless and tranquil I am certain that his love has made me stronger Even when it appears to be casual
For LG (It's weird seeing him because I only see him once a year)