This one’s dedicated to my grandad Stanley, I use “The Greatest Man That Ever Loved” as a gimmick, but for him it was an everyday reality.

NaPoWriMo Day 17: He Knows You Know, You Know.

I remember,
I remember when he couldn’t remember

Who,

he was…

… a
fantastic man,
whose playful spirit
remained as his mind

departed.

He couldn’t recall names yet knew emotions,
knew kindness,
knew the profound sense of knowing
that dwells
within dogs, children, and souls.

She asked him if he was alright,
and he said…

“I’m always alright,
I’ve got you”.

He asked her to make me a brew,
and called me a young man.
Sweeter to a stranger than many are to friends.

He told me we’d meet again,
and we did.

One…
last…
time.