PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

        

         Today I saw

         A grandpa and a grandma and their grandchildren on

         a commuter train.

         Making plans to go to Crystal Lake to go swimming.

         They were talking to the middle people.  

        

         The mother.  The father.  

         Three generations of

         a family.  

         Three generations.



         A teardrop in my eye.

         I look at them.  I think.

         I think about us.

         We had some great times, we really did.

         Were you perfect?  No.

         Is that ok?  Yes.

         Did you do the best you could?  Oh yeah!

                  

         Grandpa,

         I hope you are resting in peace.

         I hope you are.

         I hope you are sleeping easy knowing that

         you did a great job as a grandparent.

         a really, really, really, great job.

         No, you were not perfect.  

         But, nobody is perfect.