The Visit

He came

we said our hellos

and the hugs

they were real

Then we talked over a homemade pizza

the crust could have been thinner

the tomatoes, fresh mozzarella and basil from the garden

they made up for it that crust

Catching up over lunch

just being together again

it's was a wonderful way to pass the moments we had

Seventeen years is a long time

he was so much younger then

no longer the same little fellow we knew

of course Gramma and I

well, we might have changed a little in his eyes as well

It became time to rummage through so many old items

left overs that we had saved from the past

his past

We all have a past

his was a little tougher than most

mom and dad both taken from him

the one in her death

the other imprisoned

He was only five at the time

He never had a chance

this past was thrust upon him

much too early in his life

actual memories may have been few

but the few that made their way to the present

brought with them emotional moments

When he left

he took with him the things that meant the most to him

much too soon for my liking

but I was his age once, I guess I understand

It's hard to part again so quickly

there were so many lost years

but there will be another time

our hearts will forever beat as one

and the hugs will always be real