A Dream Not to Come True

A Dream Not to Come True

I can picture it perfectly.

Him on the floor

sporting a silly expression

across his wrinkled face.

Making almost embarrassing noises

all to get my little girl to smile.

Holding her in his arms and

giving me a glimpse into the past,

of how it must have looked

when I was his baby.

Telling her his stories,

And showing her the world

through a grandfather’s sage eyes.

His goofy laugh and

contagious smile filling the room

with warmth and contentment.

Yes, I can picture it perfectly,

though it will never be.