ix. Grandfather: knock knock

Really love this one, Stephan! I thought a few of the articles weren't needed, but that is just my thought on this very moving write.

--mic

Ascending the stairs iambically
first tap of cane, then thud of foot.

He smiles, wishing for days of
spondees. The sunlight

a moment of joy painting
cotton soft memories upon
his wizened face .

Disturbing his meter,

the wooden stairs creak slightly
beneath his leather shod feet

the light by the door is still on
and the sounds of morning bustle
give a gentle cadance to the crisp air.

Love, Love, Love
and life, with death

knocking on the door.