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Grandpa’s flicker, his eyes foretold the fondness of youth Passion of dear memories near gone. His anticipation to bring his world of times he held so dear Showcased his love, though subtly forlorn. Dad sees Dad nostalgic; Dad weaves new memories the child adore Their glee spills over to sisters and me Our new love of fishing in a camp on the lake, indelible nature frames Deep sensory imprints revisited do we Mom’s devotion, her selfish less heart, envelopes this novel in packages dear Nurtures individual thrills but proudly takes second To our freedom from routine. She tends the camp, makes beds and gourmet We rush to devour, her dinner does beckon The fare lay lovingly as paint to canvas, that days catch and treats from home Our gathering comforts, our focus absorbed. Around mismatched furniture, chairs past their prime lake sounds are lullabies As the unsaid departure is abhorred A final evening for all in presence, Bittersweet moments so permanently etched Deeply woven into each’s special way Another leaf of our life grown into our heart, our parents and grandpa mold fertile care Their goblet of honor, we drink while away |