Stopping by

Grandpa spreads peanut butter on slices of bagel
Grandma pours coffe newly brewed
Two cups side by side
Love is a table they share
Full of bric-a-brac, books, crumpled papers, iPads

Love Is a muffler, the scarf they wrap each other
A word easy to write and spell
A spell they warp each other
Lines we draw with intersecting lines and points
A web we build growing up, as they age
Or moments of grace
I graze when I stop by
To say hi.

 

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