When the wind blew through the September skyline,
With the grass seemingly floating- soft and golden-
I could have sworn that I saw you.
Wonderful you, sitting underneath the willow
Your hands wide open.
I was six years old again.
Running to you and loving you in that beautifully simplistic childish way
The euphoria lasted a few moments until I became terrified of losing you
Hurried, rushed, movements as I tried to gallop across too much space in too little time
I reached and grasped at open air-
Then you were there.
Holding me and loving me in that beautifully simplistic grandfather way
And all the while you kept your hands wide open
Even when I brought you weeds instead of flowers
Even when I broke the stunning goblet that was our life together
Or when I yelled at you for nothing
Even when I ran away
When I cried at everything
You kept your hands wide open
The dazzling sun telling a much different story.
I allowed my eyes to become wide open.