Grandpa sits and smiles wide,
I don’t know what he is thinking. Perhaps – he was drinking?
But, I am always glad that he is here.
My Father on my other side.
A cold look on his face. Could it be his - Air Force uniform?
He had more hair then. And - he was quite thin.
My wife behind me
in a worn Navy flight jack. Or, there
in her wedding dress. She couldn’t guess what she was in for.
Or, leaning on the Cessna after I’d come home; from who knows
where?
I love to sit in this chair.
The only place that I can escape, to be
with these old photos of my family – all surrounding
- me.
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