Grandpa told the best stories
Winter was born amidst the autumn air
and virgin snow crept itself
above the numb pathways.
So was grandpa!
He was growing old too,
like an aged autumn and
the weakness his body was draped with
portrayed the dullness painted by
the winds of December.
This wasn’t the reality some time back!
he was merrier
his smile exuded the beauty of spring
and Grandpa told the best stories
of wisdom, of good over evil
but little did he know
his reel of life
was not seamless
and that when he would grow old, really old
the wrinkles etched on his skin
wouldn’t be brailled to realize
his thirst for love.
~~~ Amreen B. Shaikh
written for the http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/139-open/