20110914

I have a memory, it pops up whenever we break open a fresh coconut.
Its vague, more of a snapshot of a moment frozen forever in time.
And its my grandpa.Cracking open a coconut for his grandkids.
Because he loved us.

2 comments:

Amie said...

awww I remember your grandpa! :)

Briep said...

Sometimes I am so jealous. I never got to know either grandpas.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...