From Notebooks to Bookshelves
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Grandpa
A squirrel darted in front of my car today;
I pushed on the brakes to spare it's life.
As I watched it cross to the other side,
a memory hit me...
of a sweet smile and a happy laugh,
tanned, aging skin and a chaise lounge.
And I couldn't help but smile.
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