A Year of Poems – Day 11

“Have you ever thought about what comes next?”
Grandpa asked three months before he found out.
“I think an angel will take me about
the earth before beginning the great trek
to the stars,” he said putting National
Geographic down and sitting up, or
as far up as his bent back allowed before
stopping short. His eyes were as affable
as he always was. “He’ll fly me past Mars.
We’ll skim the deep clouds of Saturn.
Then he’ll race out with me wrapped in his arms
as the stars fade in a swirling pattern.”
He finished. I didn’t know what to say.
I hope that I’ll see what he saw one day.

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