a post light was planted
in the many-treed front yard
at the grama grampa home
to recall isn't very hard
I see him at the lamp post
her window waving bent hand
rain or shine they welcomed till
they joined the angel band
lamp and window folk bidding
hello and farewell at night dark
side by side joy parenthesizing
like an enfolding punctuation mark
my without was shades of grim
their within sequestered sanctuary
the old post light signaling
a place with room enough for Mary
the grama-grampa house an
enchanted hidey-hole for me
red brick lakeside castle
on Michigan's dune strewn sea
journeys start with first steps
my personal Narnia fairytale
entering cedar wardrobe, emerging
on snowy lamplit trail
Christmas lamp was bedazzled
In her Noel festive skirt
His simple holiday offering was
just a wrapping paper insert
paper faded by the bulb
as it decorated the years
memories of him standing there
always brings me to tears
That's how everything was at
The grama-grampa home so bright
Like lamp post nothing fancy but
giving so much more than light
yet all the much muchness
those dear old people gave
makes nostalgia bite harder
now that they are in the grave
But I'll take care not to drown
in hole black as printer's ink
if I should tarry too long at
the memory fountain to drink
I must only let recalling
fringe-flutter firefly by
not capture nor cling lest the
poor thing and I surely die
So I'll let their yard beacon
beckon to the yore day
but too long in back then
I shan't allow myself to stray.
Because I have now joy
the delights of my soul
people in the today time
who make my picture whole.
Love to Gram and Gramp from Marilisa
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