Grandpa Time

A POEM

Yesterday was a thousand years ago.
My mother’s gentle hands tucking me in
And a moment later smelling the
Innocent youth of my own baby’s hair
And suddenly her baby’s hair.

Memories rush to the front of my today’s brain
Like children’s faces to a Macy’s Christmas window
And blur my sense of what is

Now.

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