Kelby Is Graduating Sixth Grade

May, 2005

Sometimes in my dreams Kelby,

 I am high up in the clouds,

trying to find you,

wherever you are.

Down below,

the earth looks like

a tiny, blue white marble.

But I can still see you.

Sometimes you are sleeping

like a cat, all curled up,

not moving a whisker.

And  sometimes,

you are all alone

on a green field, tossing a ball

 up and down, testing your arm,

trying to see how strong you are.

I’ve always liked

the color of your eyes, Kelby.

They are as kind as a kitten’s.

No one has them but you.

No one.

I love you.

                             Grandpa.