The worth,
of you, of the guy staring at you on the
train or transit bus,
the fuss that your mom’s mom,
makes when you come to visit,
you thought you’d surprise her,
but how did she know when
you would show, as fresh cookies,
are in the oven and cooling on
that wire rack, that rack, has seen more
chocolate chip oatmeal cookies,
than you have watched reruns,
of your favorite sitcom, or aroma of more
ginger snaps have filled that room
while resting there on that rack,
than you have
wrested computer generated,
weapons and warfare victories,
from your first person shooter,
but when she says she loves you,
it takes you back to when,
visits were valuable,
holidays were awesome,
but then you grew,
the taller and older,
till one day you refused,
to go, you did choose,
to stay home and take
care of the fish tank,
with the three fish,
that were going to help you
with your paper, you were sure,
IT was going to get you that
scholarship, and that all the baked
cookies, all the butterflies that
let themselves, participate in your
catch and release program,
with your friendly net, all summer long,
were building appreciation and character,
humility and humanity,
when you were younger and your grandpa
was taller, until the day they laid him in the
Earth, that day was the day you started,
carrying pictures, not just on your phone,
but real pictures of real people,
who mattered and their lives invested in yours,
more than the thousand words,
that the picture had saved,
and the people in those pictures,
saved you too, with love.
Go ahead, be about spending words,
but save those pictures.