I Miss My Grandson

I look into the pools of intelligent that are his brown eyes, I hear him laugh and my few memories begin to fade. We watched the animals at the Kansas City Zoo together and he fell asleep in my arms as we crossed a bridge together. For so many years I was the last Vollrath in this branch of family tree and now new leaves grow from the branches that are my sons. I've seen him three times in his short life, I must see him again in the near future.