Grandfather's Time
©2011 Andrew Calhoun, this recording from 2018.
Here's the scar from the time
When we climbed to the roof
Where the wood was rotten
And we flew to the floor
And here is the closet
Where I asked you to hide me
And I slumped in the darkness
Until the game was over
Here is the candle
That we made for Mother's Day
Through all of these years
Flame never touched it
And here are father's shoes
See the spider web in one
And dust on the toes
From here to kingdom come
Here is sister's little room
With the private sink and mirror
And the snowy alcove
With the rocking chair
And here is grandfather's time
Where you lay on a Thursday
Suspended in sunbeams
In a sleeping barn
And here's the first kiss
That you ever have
From the only one
That you will ever love
Here is the shadow
And the hand grown thirsty
And the patience unbound
And the dream of the end