Memory with Grandpa

I remember

every Sunday

I visited Grandpa

old and gray

I remember

he lived

in a small white house

whose brightness

dazzled my eyes

where other

elderly people stayed

I remember

always taking walks

in a lovely garden 

nearby

with Grandpa 

where birds

in branches of trees

sang and  

butterflies fluttered

with wings like flower petals

I remember always

pushing his green wheelchair

and talking to him 

but he said 

nothing

but a smile

I can never see him again

can never push

his wheelchair

but

remember 

the days

spent with Grandpa


            by Hikaru Higa