He was two
A solemn-eyed child
Wise beyond his years
Gently he placed his
small chubby fist
in the large and fleshy
hand of a dying old man.
Great-grandfather sighed
and held it firm,
content in the comfort
it afforded.
The little boy stood
oh so still,
somehow knowing
that life flowed between them.
Generations joined.
It was a precious moment
in eternity.
- dedicated to Jason P. Stout
Colleen Stout
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