"I wish I could visit my grandfather at the best time in his life there when he took the alpha path. /A simply gentle human harboring neither anger nor with wraith dedicated of a man with two children and a doting wife./I know these thoughts of grandeur have limits to its weave thus I would give us twelve hours before he would leave./
If I could only cut somehow through space, stand proudly next this man and his grace./
A trip to visit the pillar that helped structure me this man, lessons from afar, he who slept sound with workmen’s hands. /I would first study the sublime, that of the humble hero of mine./ My mind would most likely be going in odd directions; shower him in love and deep affection. /I would introduce myself, as he’s daughter’s son, the child of his only one./ I would hug him all I can, and then greet him as if he was another man. /
Just tiny as I remember, carrying border ties and raw cut timber./ Always in the garden or in that basement, dim and cold, color gold and amber./ Here and there, he would go teaching me those lessons; surely, I would like to show him their conclusions. /
If I could now bring him through the decades in appreciation, to show him the bricks he laid with his gentle disposition. /From the sky, I would suggest a majestic trip, my grandfather and me float high through the rip. /
A big red balloon I would fashion the craft, with blinking white lights for attraction attached./ A drawstring bag of fine tobacco, fresh, accompanied by an elaborately handcrafted bone pipe. /Two large liters of ale, a few green onions and the trip would be right. /
I hope I can hold my excitement and not ramble on, I am sure I will be in awe like a mothers fond./ I want to show him the legacy he has left. /The lessons he taught me when I was o so wee, they laid on my heart with incredible heft. /
Work was necessity and ale was its prize, tend to those needs that grants them happy lives. /
Up in the air, the first I would point out; that cold day when the after life was his route./ Not long,
would we hover to show him this trouble. /On with the trip we would go, through the ages of change both highs and low. /
Look, there pap ,watch as the highway grows, over the hills to points unknown. /Brightly tinted roofs with families in shelter./ Heat pumped in for the curb, milk, safe, cold and it just got better. /Look at the inhabitants of the times; mother, your daughter all women breaking that binds. /Our land makes peace with the world, a sight never so glorious. /Then the generations at home grow, engrossing us./ Times became passionate, and leaders steer the course. /Freedom cried throughout the whole, many thought it would just get worse./ Time went on and wounds did heal, times now are for the newest ideal.
/Our ship advanced on the warm lift of the day, we open our dew-covered bottles toasting to the sway./ I tell him of my children and the life I try to provide, I tell him of the love I shall never hide./ I tell him of the stories where he does premiere, I am sure the tales now bored them to tears./ A puff on the pipe he took as he listened, smoke rolled from his mouth as he starred into the distance. /I talk of the new and the old, the advancements in life and the sad stories that need told./
Soon in our sight my time in the moment, the wife and boys cheer in excitement. /Down we descent ,our big red ball; I was so excited to share I could not hide it all./
.A flick of the switch and the lights did dance, marking our coming, our sure advance./ Slowly the basket landed flat, I exited first then did him adjusting his wool knit hat.
The introductions were given kindly; all the” how do you does “and” Thanks “were timely. /My handsome sons, wife, all three, standing talking to an honest branch on our family tree. /We sat in a circle as the sun warmed our backs; slowly the conversations became more relaxed. /The boys asked of times past as the wife laughed, we pulled weeds in the garden I wish this could last./ Pap stood as the sun was losing it’s lead, out of his pocket he draw a single sin-sin seed. /It was time for my fantasy to close; I have so many things to say before he goes.
Pap turns and thanks me for this enlightenment; he is joyful to see his life had significance./ I realized that I had talked the entire trip, I told you I would ramble on quite a bit./ I was so enthralled I hogged up the day, gabbing at his ear the entire way./ He turned and said he was proud to see I followed his compass, and then he disappeared into the velvet red distance./ I wish I could visit my grandfather at the best time in his life, there when he took the alpha path."
