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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.