I love to hear my grandparents share stories
from their lives. I must pester them for details
and always find in my diggings, special
memories to treasure.
For instance, my mother's mother told me,
"I used to look up at the moon as a young
girl, wishing for somebody to love me."
To which I replied "and he found you!"
Gramma in turn said, "your Grampa, doesn't
always say it, but I know he loves me
because he shows me in his actions."
This leads into a full blown
Love Story - for another time....
The last few nights, the moon has looked
to me especially beautiful.
The last few nights, past meets present,
as I look to
the same moon
and wish for the same things.
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