My grandfather’s house
Was extremely far away
In memory and physical distance
Yet I still remember everything to this day

I was small, and the pebbles beside his path
Had seemed at the time fairly large
And the weather- so windy and cool
The beach had always ensured

The piano that stands near my living room now
Was the same one standing in his
It was the one on which I learned how
To play and read the notes written in dark ink
So perfectly varnished before
My grandmother’s piano, then his

I will especially remember,
His love for pistachios
And how I could not open them, not ever
I don’t think I loved them as much as he did
But I will love him forever

The last time I saw him
I realize now I had never seen someone
At so much peace
My pistachio-loving grandfather
Someone to never forget