He drives in grief to grandma's home,
The place he always loved to roam.
He was away, and now she's gone;
Her breath was claimed by death at dawn.
When he arrives, a crowd has thronged
To grieve for her, who had belonged.
And as he joins the tears that flow,
His heart absorbs the heavy blow.
They muse about the times they shared
And how they feel so unprepared.
But now that they accept she's passed,
They look for comfort in the past.
Recalling all his wondrous years,
He steps away from all his peers.
His eyes are drawn to photo frames
That still preserve undying names.
In thought, he walks into her room,
Where he had played in youthful bloom.
And there, beside his grandma's bed,
Remained his box in faded red.
He lifts the lid, then reaches in
And finds the boy that he had been.
And now, like then, he hugs the toy
His grandma made to bring him joy.