Memories return of awhile ago
      when the parents
      took the baby to Egypt.

Across deserts and rivers...
      long and dangerous roads
      to a strange land.

The heart aches
      for a far away infant
      growing and changing.

Grandparent influence
      and grandparent arms
      languish over the miles.

Parents are not aware
      of the daily prayers
      dreaming of re-union days.

Grandparent memories
      nearly fade in child memory
      except for parent's stories.

Days of absence pass slowly
      broken finally by a child
      bounding into open arms.

“Why are you crying, Grandpa?

It is the way
      of grandparents.