These wonderful photos were taken by others of the Hudson River in my area. So rare to see these birds on the river in Winter. Majestic and beautiful.
Looking at my grandson I wonder where the years have gone.
A tall young man who stands before me with twinkling dark eyes,
His crooked smile belies a serious stance gazing ahead.
24 years of age and a handsome young man is he,
I shake my head slowly as I study the photo in my hands.
I close my eyes and my mind wanders back nineteen plus years,
I'm remembering the little boy running to me with open arms.
Those same dark eyes twinkling and happy to see me.
I can still feel his little arms tightly holding on,
As I pick him up and dance around the room with him.
I'm remembering him cuddled on the couch as he fights sleep,
He listens while I softly sing a lullaby or two to him.
And as I slowly get up to make him comfortable,
His little hands reach out to prevent me from doing so,
"Sing some more Nana" he says, And sing to him I do.
Those were happy days having him spend time with me.
Now miles apart and years passing quickly by,
He calls me often just to talk and say hello.
Did the Yankees win? Have you heard this song?
"I love you Nana" he says, I answer, "I love you more".
Toni Taddeo ©