It was a cloudy day, my grandson pointed at the sky. He said ' the stars are still there you just cannot see them because of the clouds'. <br /> I held his hand and said ' The stars are like the truth often we cannot see it because of the clouds'. <br /> There is nothing more inspiring than a conversation between a grandfather and a grandson. <br /> <br /> When you were born, I cried with joy. <br /> My scrawny little boy. <br /> When you took your first october fall. <br /> I picked you up and brushed off a leaf from your forehead. <br /> You did not cry, we picked up a maple seed and spun in the air instead. <br /> Watching it twirl like a copter to the the ground, we danced around and around. <br /> I held you to my chest and felt your laughter and soon the winter came after. <br /> Many years have past and I still remember, October to December. <br /> The leaves were changing and so were we, so have we. <br /> <br /> Our little walks, our little talks will be with me forever. <br /> Though spring and summer are finer weather. <br /> I will always remember the Autumn-the colors, the fall, <br /> and you most of all. <br /> Love Grandpa.<br /><br />Saint Eule<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-with-grandpa/
