The Grands

Your grandeur

quietly resides

in us—

In love note whispers and doses of ice cream,

Piles of sticker books and bandaids,

Patient nods through endless fairy tale inventions.

Stretching across the topography of generations,

You hold tears like raindrops rolling off pine branches.

You send sap strength to our roots reaching miles

Beyond water ways and flight patterns.

Your grandeur

will ever grow

in us.

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