… Yellow violets near a tree,
With moss beneath while spree!
Springtime along pond road’s tide;
A very special day for grandpa’s pride!
… All around meadow, I see white.
I see wild strawberries in blooming site!
Beside daffodils, an old log-
Stands in uniform yellow in fog.
… As grandpa slowly makes his way-
Back to his home, not faraway,
It looks as it’s always been!
It’s such a special day, not routine…
… Oh, grandpa, the legacy you left me,
For all these springtimes, I’ve been free.
Down the pond road, I always face,
As we did all those years with grace!!
Always! I pause, wonder if you know!! …