Grandpa

I watched my grandpa 

For the first time 

On 35mm 

Watched him laugh

And kiss grandma

He never was real

Until today

When the images recalled

The grin of a moment 

Few people are alive to remember.

Before I was thought of

A story was being woven

And hearts were feeling

The space between the words

All the subtle feelings of

A tall pole of a man

Foreshadowing my frame

Gone before mom’s sun had risen

The long morning shadow 

Reaching all the way

Into today’s living room