Poem91.Remnants

                                                                     Remnants

Remnants for you,

but a treasure for me,
remembrance of gone days.

 childhood spent around Grandpa

  the star of my small eyes.
 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.

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.