I stare.
A picture.
Taken long along before me.
In your youth.
So young.
Happy.
How Grandpa?
You are old.
You have no more hair.
Wrinkles in the skin.
I understand.
You are kind.
Those blue eyes, so gentle.
So patient and loving.
I look at you now,
A torn knee,
Grown kids and teenage grandchildren.
And I wonder,
how much I'll miss them,
Those blue eyes.
Like robins eggs, now dotted white
They used to be so clear and blue.
I see why she fell for you.
So handsome,
My grandpa.
I am not ready,
For when you leave this world.
I want you to meet them,
my future children.
Share with them the joy and love,
You gave me.
Bye Baby Blue,
Your time was up.
I was never prepared.
But yet,
I was.
I look at eyelids.
you laying on mahogany wood.
I hear pastor say a prayer,
about the homestead.
And I see a blue robin.
I think about it's eggs in the nest.
I hear chirps.
The sun shines.
It's you.
And you love me.
Goodbye Baby Blues.
I love you.