Chrysalis

You flutter and bump,
A lost bird inside me.
My skin moves for you, with you.
You have such power!
To make me love you,
Want you,
Carry you,
Every second of the day.
My worries are of you,
My joys are of you,
My life is become you,
Strong, fragile thing.

Grumpa

I don't think you knew I called you that in my head.
I was never quite brave enough to say it to your face,
But somehow I kind of think you would have liked it.
I miss you.
I'm sad that your great-grandson won't get to meet you,
I'm sad that I won't get to sit and listen to your stories again.
At least, not here in this life.