Grandparents His steely blue eyes
Locked in a loving gaze
With her hazel eyes
They sit across the small kitchen table
Enjoying the first coffee and cigarettes of the morning
Talking over the plans each have for the day
Conversation moves to the past
Sharing stories of long ago
Perhaps told many times
Neither tire of hearing them
The years have not always been kind
Yet they went through them together
Weathered many storms as a team
Holding one another to make it work
As I sit with these two people I adore
I say to myself, “I wish for this in my lifetime�?/FONT> Billie Williams 2006
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