for Grandaddy:
There’s a tiny window
between birth and death
(The day you are born and you die.)
They are minutes and hours
Dressed up like years
To say our hello and goodbye.
Hello in the morning goodbye at night,
The moments between them,
You work and you fight.
To breathe and to live
to one hundred and one,
that's what you did,
and that's what you done.
clr 2017