Student Publishing Program ::

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.