Stories

As a child I sat and listen to the stories my Grandfather told me
and all was new yet very old to the young child I was then.

As a older child I sat and tried to listen to those stories
but, other newer stories filled my mind and left the old to gather dust.

As a young adult I had not the time to sit and listen to stories of old
for life and a new family were upon my mind so the stories had no place.

Now I'm an adult balancing upon the scales of time telling my own stories.

Thinking back I miss my grandfather's stories.
Oh, would that I could tell them as he did, to the little child I was back then.

Would that not so much time has past
and that I could remember those stories. 

To tell my children and ask them never to forget
as I have.

Annette Rust copyright 1996