Grandson, Summer {a #poem}
The raspberries–your favorite–ripened after You’d gone, the sun’s August denouement Leaving a subtle ruby postscript like pendants Suspended on green-edged strands. Gentle tugs released the jewels between My fingers then traveled to my mouth. They were (almost) sweet and needed More time for sugaring. Had you been here To share the waning warm days’ treasure I could have held you, too, before you Grew into … Continue reading Grandson, Summer {a #poem}