I thought your absence would mellow,
That time would dull the ache I feel,
When I smell snicker-doodle coffee
When I slip on a soft flannel shirt.
I worried that I would slowly forget
The callous of your fingers
The sharpness of your whistle.
I thought your absence would mellow.
But just yesterday I cried.
I miss you.
I remember so many Christmases
When I was a little girl.
I remember caroling and gazing at the lights.
I remember services at your church.
Plates of cheese and crackers,
After candlelight services.
Stacked in bunk-beds for meager hours
Till we could tumble down the stairs.
You waited at the foot,
Steamy, black coffee in hand.
Sun-sparked through frosty windows.
A buzz of home and warmth.
The air was full of you.
Of bridled enthusiasm for childish glee.
As we tumbled down the stairs
To assault the Christmas tree.
I promise to remember.
Your voice echoes in my heart.
Christmas will never be quite the same
As long as we’re apart.
Granddad, I miss you.
Grandma, we remember.
It won’t be this way forever.