Abyss of love

I turn 100, so my grand kids say...
I blow my old breath away and hear little hands clap....
I know you hear them too...

I see thru' my wizened eyes.....

spent passion of flesh....

I am with you again......
Again and again...
Our grandchildren play at my feet... no not ours... his and mine.....
I know they were to be ours....

Till destiny swept your footprints away from mine.....
I know i must love this man
My grandson's grandfather....
He has fed me well, he was fairly kind....he never knew 'us'
I never told him as I promised you...
I know you are somewhere out there...

Looking at my wizened hands...
And 'our' grandchildren...

I know you too run a finger across trying to touch the distant skin...
To trace faded smiles...

I know you long to see me before we die...
I know you feel the pain of separation as you turn over...
to hush pat your grandson's disturbed sleep
and i know you feel the wetness on your chest...

as i struggle them falling on my wizened cheeks