Grandpa

A Poem

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I remember his face
Stars full of eyes
Like a child in wonder

I remember his wrinkled hands
Holding his smartphone at arm’s length
And filming the bustle of the street

I remember that old man
Standing there in the middle of the urban crowd
With his mischievous gaze

I remember wanting to ask him
Dear Grandpa, what is your best memory?
You’re telling me your story?

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