My! Ma cher, you’re all grown up.
And still the eight year old wonder I used to know.
You’re not much changed,
But no longer a little woman.
Chuckles and giggles and all sorts of laughter heralded our walk.
They hopped with us the two hours as we went along.
There was so much to say, so much to talk about.
It’s been quite a few years between then and now.
There was still much not said;
There was a lot to share.
It could’ve almost never ended.
Time and chance seemed unfair,
But we were grateful for the time and chance.
It wasn’t about words.
I have to leave now.
– signed, gran-p