Remnants
Remnants for you,
but a treasure for me,
remembrance of gone days.
remembrance of gone days.
childhood spent around Grandpa
the star of my small eyes.
red sofa, his favorite spot .
red sofa, his favorite spot .
Sitting there so majestic
used to tell mighty stories,
and reading was a craze.
With broad outlook, clever so calm
never heard shouting but was strong
ready solutions just in hand.
That were days so filled with joy,
love, affection there in air,
he, so proud to be my gpa.
he, so proud to be my gpa.
Now also when I go there
hear him talking as before,
Hallucination might be, but for me just real.
It is written for The Mag145 where we have to write on a photo prompt.