GRANDPA

Grandpa

Inspired by a story on tumblr I read

Grandpa is in his 
Second year of dementia.
He has not recognized Grandma
for over a year.
But in the summer 
for the past three months
he has come in from the garden
holding a small bouquet of flowers
cut from the flower beds he loved.
He falls on one knee
before grandma and says softly
you are the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen
please run away with me 
and become my wife.
she touches his silvered hair
Gently and whispers
I am your wife honey.
It's a delight to see his
old lost face light up
as the biggest smile
covers it