My Papa

Dearest friend, World’s Best Great Grandpa

Photo by Peter Lewis on Unsplash

I took myself back through time while I dreamed,
To my porch, sundress flowing around my feet.
Simply a child, playing while the sunlight beamed
it was an easier time, I believe;
I can still smell the lilacs on the breeze,
back when I was young and naive.
In my dream, I hear you whistle from your patio
So I dart, barefoot, through your yard;
You hug me — and lift me onto the…