Grandfather. Toddler in hand; walking his
Utmost treasure through the woods he walked

In his distant -otherworldly- childhood. He
Answers young questions on varying topics

With the weight of a thousand teachers.
The piece of quartz on that rock were the tears

The magpie cried when finding her nest and
Eggs in pieces, hit by that stone with the scent

Of laughing manlings still on it.
(First to knock it down wins!)

She cried. And Father Sun froze the tears that
Fell on the little weapon. A memorial.

Now put it back where you found it, boy.
All is where it is for a reason.
~
It took thirty years.
To let go.

Thirty
Years.

It was a good
Walk.