I watch the falling snow to the woods in Natick.(Massachusetts) <br />My beloved wife stands with me and she mutters something obligingly. <br />I wipe my eyes to see the reality and it's not a dream exactly. <br />Oh! It's really sad and we cry secretly as the snow that resembles our precious grandson's smiley face that waves from afar it seems. <br />We miss you darling. <br />You are a poem everlasting! <br /> <br />* I dedicate this poem for their hospitality, Chandra, Mapa, Suba, Kushi
