To My Great Grandchildren

To my Grandchildren, those great and beyond,

  whom I will never meet

 

Know that I love you and have seen you in the

  eyes of your parents when they were very small

 

I’ve heard your voices in the trees, when the

  wind blows softly calling my name as I walk

 

I’ve seen your arms reaching out to me in my

  dreams, as you cry “Papa” and then drift away

 

Your spirit is mine, as my spirit is yours; and no

  lifetime can keep us apart

 

I watch over you now and will watch over you then,

  whenever the need is great

 

I’m that voice you hear when you think no one else

  listens, and no one else understands

 

And the heart that feels what you will feel, when no

   one else seems to care

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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