|Photo copyright Jill Atkinson, 2017|
the kind that had no questions.
Love that shone in our faces,
put the light of life in our eyes.
I remember being happy
over ice cream and a new toy.
When friendship came easy,
and trust was freely given.
I remember summer nights,
warm breezes, firefly chases.
Hot days of roaming the woods
looking for poor kid adventures.
I remember when smiles were genuine,
and lies were a terrible sin to commit.
And many days of holding hands
giving big hugs and doing small favors.
I remember innocent love
when I see my granddaughter smile.
When I hear her laughter
and watch her play.
I remember hope when
she says she loves me, too.
The unmitigated truth in her face
lightens my heavy old soul.
© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017