One day I sat silent in Grandpa’s house
And heard voices in my mind
Happy laughter of the old
Squeals and giggles of young
Memories loud with love that’s left behind

One day I stood in Grandpa’s yard
And listened to the calls of birds
Orioles’ cheery songs
Grosbeaks’ welcome chirps
You can hear “hellos” as if they all have words

One day I walked across Grandpa’s lawn
And smelled the flowers blooming
Lily of the Valley, strong
Pink crabapple blossoms, sweet
Peonies soon, their promise looming

One day I laid on the soft grass of an old cemetery
And thought about the souls nearby
Next to the stones 100 years old
I pondered the lives lived, the things seen
The world that has passed them by

One day I visited Gramma’s grave
And hugged her as I closed my eyes
“Oh gee, oh my, I didn’t know”
Her quips still much alive
That Gramma of ours, such a prize

One day I read the headstone
And noted the date still blank
Unsaid words, unanswered questions
We must be content with those facts
He’s ready to go, I must be frank

One day I sat with Grandpa Ike
And held his hand so tight
Woodcutting grip still firm
Though skin wrinkled and soft
We can’t hold him here, try as we might

One day I hugged that Grandpa Ike
And kissed his smooth, bald head
“I love you,” I say
“Be good,” he replies
I leave before my threatening tears are shed

One day I looked at Grandpa Ike
And asked if he knew how good a wife he had
“No one could compare”
He answers with a smile and a twinkle
He’ll see her soon and he’ll be glad

One day I drove down a gravel road
And saw a greenhouse sign
Gramma took me there once upon a time
And Grandpa needed more marigolds, his sunshine
They’ll be together, these two, when again the stars align

One day I cruised with my window down
And took a deep breath of fresh air
Life is short, the wise ones say
So I’m glad for time with those I love
Grateful for the memories and moments we share
    Jacqui and her family milk 800 cows and run 1,200 acres of crops in the northeastern corner of Vernon County, Wisconsin. Her children, Ira (14), Dane (12), Henry (7) and Cora (4), help her on the farm while her husband, Keith, works on a grain farm. If she’s not in the barn, she’s probably in the kitchen, trailing after little ones, or sharing her passion of reading with someone. Her life is best described as organized chaos – and if it wasn’t, she’d be bored.