She walked along the beach,

In search of the entrance to the train station.

Tired, happy, but slightly lost.

And then, between the promenade and water,

There he was.

Her grandfather, still alive in another world.

With his eyes as blue as the Mediterranean behind him,

And hair as white as the sand beneath their feet.

He placed a hand on her shoulder,

And showed her the way.

One comment

  1. … lovely; … weird: I was just reading about Will Geer who played Grandpa Walton on the Waltons, and then I found this while walking along the edge of wordpress looking for the entrance to poetry

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