"My Grandfather sits in the corner as the
party is going on.
No one to talk to. No one to explore his
past years, and his hidden charm.
Sipping his glass of red vino, i vision as
he once sat on the streets of Italy with his Family, and
friends.
I can hear the sounds of the Mandolin as he makes
his move on the checker board under the shady tree.
I drew closer wanting to know more of this Family Monarch.
So many untold stories that he may want to talk about.
As i approached he turned to me calling out my name with
a question. "Ah, Michael. Are you having a good time?
I answered. "No Grandpa, but with you i'll be fine."
We spoke all about his past, and Oh how we laughed.
Tears began to develop from his eyes, I asked. "Grandpa why
do you cry.?"
He held my hands. He kissed my cheeks with a reply."It's been
a long time that i sat with someone who is interested with my
life before i die."