grandfather’s hands.
understanding: it doesn’t happen.
people: they don’t understand.
But grandfather,
as I hold your hand,
their understanding no longer matters.
I am your factor 8,
I matter to you.
To memories, and your subtly spoken love,
I thank you.
To your hard life and little rest,
I thank you.
You are MY grandfather,
and by MY grandfather’s hands,
I understand.
