When one is triggered, I'm flooded with them...
The tingling scent of Russian Tea, syrup and sausage;
Glowing fireflys in the pierced jar on the bedside table;
Rich Kansas soil filled with sticky earthworms...and the mouth-watering vegetables it grew;
Fiery sibling fights over who could push the blade mower;
Pounding out off-key melodies on their piano;
Spying on tender forehead kisses and knowing smiles...
But the miles have multiplied and now new memories of
Days with my Grandparents have divided and lessened
Leaving gaps of emptiness on the calendar.
Where is Grandpa with the book and open lap -
The girl within me asks as storytime comes and goes.
Where is Grandma with the delicious rhubarb pie when mealtime comes?
As a mirror comes into view, the girl is hushed and before me I see an aging face.
Time, that unstoppable avalanche only God can halt, Has answered my question.
As the light fades in their eyes and Heaven rolls out their welcome mats,
Grandpa & Grandma pass their torches to another sweet couple.
Dad and Mom are no more and now the little boy I love is having his own unforgettable moments.
But the avalanche is crashing toward me and there are still new memories to be made
At the home of the new Great Grandparents.
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