Visiting home …

Grand River

 

Old grey mists fleeting past               

We were summer’s children               

With warm grandparents in winter                

We were together only yesterday          

 

Forests and playfields gone               

28 empty theatres                               

Quiet houses, lonely streets               

They were real only yesterday           

 

New faces and buildings

My children now laughing                 

Grandparents hugging smiles 

Time flowing on like yesterday.