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In the Winter of his 40th year 
he looked upon the stones 
and remembered their faces 
when they were younger than he 
he remembered how the essence of life 
was in their smiles 
sustained him through years of darkness 
allowed him to survive it 
he remembered when they first saw their Grandson 
in his arms 
as he once was in theirs 
'these are your Grandparents kids 
they are why you are here' 
 
the wind blew and the leaves swirled 
and the Sun was low 
as I held them close to me 
touched their names and gave them back their smiles