GRANDA

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Submitted Date 10/26/2019
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I return to the pier

It's been more years than I can count...

 

I run

skip

while holding my grandfather's hand.

I reach the edge

then settle down

and pull out the gear

necessary to feel in fish

from the gentle river below.

I look up to my Granda,

eyes shining

with excitement

and ask,

"What do I do now?"

 

I see the moments of the past,

ghosts of memories.

If only I could go back,

change the actions and words

that were done and said,

enjoy the happy times

once more.

 

I approach the edge of the pier again

and look down,

watching the fish weave

around each other in their slippery glory

dashing and slicing

through the clear freshwater.

Then they see the fake worm bait,

stare at it,

examining the facade

as if they were judging it

for a contest

and they fall for it anyway.

They get hooked

we reel them in,

Granda and I,

I look up at him

see him grin back

down at me

with that wide smile

taking up half his face

revealing the gap between his two front teeth,

his eyes crinkling

illuminated with the love he had

for his oldest granddaughter.

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