Michael Hibberd

Only at Night We Are Together

At night I picture us together.
The way it could have been,
if only I had been born before he died.

My eyes are shut tight,
and I go into my own little world.
This way I can meet my grandfather in my mind.
I never got to meet him,
face to face,
but I am told stories of his life.

I re-create the stories
as if I were there by his side.
We pilot the Hoogley River,
dropping a rope to see if the boat can continue on.
We fly in the air and the pilot does barrel rolls over a tiger reserve.
Those are my favorite stories about my grandfather.

Only at night we play tennis and golf,
he teaches me everything he knows.
We joke and laugh and have a great time,
like grandfather and grandson should.


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