My EternityI see my granddaughter
after I've turned out of their driveway.
She is running down the driveway,
her little 16 month old legs
carrying her as fast as she can.
Crying her little heart out.
My heart breaks.
I think about her as I drive down the dirt road.
Maybe I can do this,
give up my house, give up my sidewalks
for this child. After all, they are only things.
She is real. She will live forever and so will I,
in her mind. Or, at least, until she turns 13.