I watch the falling snow to the woods in Natick.(Massachusetts)
My beloved wife stands with me and she mutters something obligingly.
I wipe my eyes to see the reality and it's not a dream exactly.
Oh! It's really sad and we cry secretly as the snow that resembles our precious grandson's smiley face that waves from afar it seems.
We miss you darling.
You are a poem everlasting!
* I dedicate this poem for their hospitality, Chandra, Mapa, Suba, Kushi
