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my grandfather lies on the couch
a benign Mr Toad after a full lunch
hands clasped below across his belly
watching sunbeams play 
in the space between us

I stand, face frozen in a smile
(he calls me his smiley)
that becomes painful to hold
yet I am fearful of it slipping
fearful 
he will forget me who I am
without its reminder

he recites Wordsworth
in the burr of his mother country,
I fall into the thrall of stars
that twinkle on milky way
and dance among the daffodils
down the magic path he weaves
I sing, You are my Sunshine
(yet to learn I can't carry a tune)
his moustache bristles into a smile,
the sun lights his face
his eyes laugh, wrinkles 
radiating as sparkling waves

before resuming his verse
where his and our hearts dances together
and my smile relaxesing
into its rightful place