White-haired, lined visage
He rocks to and fro
Grand River his view
From Home for the Old
In the morning just born
Gems dance in the light
Glee brightens his eyes
Memories in sight
Oh, the car inches forward
Packed to the brim
Bathing suits, flip flops
Bikes and swim fins
Sun-ripened strawberries
Picked fresh today
Smelling of sweetness
Red, tabletop display.
Watch me, cries the child
Toes gripping the dock
Knees bend, rocks forward
She’s off like a shot.
Crack cries the bat
Sphere sails through the air
Smacks against leather
In the outfield’s vast lair.
Pink streaks the night sky
Signaling day’s end
Whispering a promise
To come back again.
Memories linger
From days long past
Days filled with family
And love sure to last.
White-haired, lined visage
Face lifts in a grin
Eyes speak of memories
And joy from within.
Grand River his view
From Home for the Old
He rocks to and fro,
He rocks to and fro.
–Connie Burgess
