Dear Grandfather I Never Met,

 

I look up at the photo of you and my mother

that dangles on an aging white painted wall

roughly six feet from a worn sandy brown carpet

in the hallway of my home.

 

Between your two tear stained cheeks

is a tender heartfelt smile

as you embrace my mother

who is beaming in all white.

 

I have passed by the photo of you

before I was brought to the world,

when the ceiling seemed as high as the sky,

to now where I can touch the wooden frame.

 

Sometimes I look up at the glossy print

imagining your voice

imagining your laugh

imagining who you were and if you would be proud of me today.

 

Love,

Your Granddaughter