Grandpa’s eyes tag along
Little Son romps ’round the park,
Grandpa turns again five.
When the child pauses
At the end of the tunnel slide,
Grandpa and Little son’s mind
Merge in one and imagine
the day of birth. Canal

Appeared to be glowing
As he made the final exit.
Loud hellos,
Laughters,
Soft swaddling and kiss…

Over six decades are
Condensed in five years,
Even after his dreams vanished
With autumn leaves,
He still has one clings to him–
Love–that grows against time.

©Byung A. Fallgren