To my Grandchildren, those great and beyond,
whom I will never meet

Know that I love you and have seen you in the
eyes of your parents when they were very small

I’ve heard your voices in the trees, when the
wind blows softly calling my name as I walk

I’ve seen your arms reaching out to me in my
dreams, as you cry “Papa" and then drift away

Your spirit is mine, as my spirit is yours; and no
lifetime can keep us apart

I watch over you now and will watch over you then,
whenever the need is great

I’m that voice you hear when no one else listens,
and no one else understands

And the heart that feels what you will feel, when no
one else seems to care

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with eleven books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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