Good morning, Grandpa!
a free verse poem on the relationship between a grandpa and his grandchild

these days, the road’s empty, and so is his heart. these days, the road searches for motion, and so does his eyes.
perched on the windowpane, his old face imagines, his old face reminisces, the time, the time when, little children, in their school dresses, passed his house, every morning, grandpa! they called him, good morning! they wished, waving excitedly, bundles of joy, that momentary moment made his day, made him remember his own grandchild!
who knows how old he’s now, who knows how tall he has become, maybe he too waves at someone, perched on a windowpane, calling him grandpa, while going to school! and maybe his heartstrings, still has a snapshot of bygone memories, of memories spent with his real grandpa!
Thank you so much, Dr. Mehmet Yildiz, for starting this wonderful publication and kudos to the entire team at illumination on the work they are doing.






