The sounds of a child running on concrete,
saying, "grandpa look at this, isn't it neat."
The sounds of a child in the pool splashing,
and grandpa looks and starts laughing.
The sounds of people hiking up a trail,
followed by a little girl jingling her bell.
The sounds of a child singing,
followed by grandpa applauding.
Now that you are gone I find my self remembering,
I miss your laugh and your lecturing,
but you send me symbols gesturing,
that you are always here.
