Independent vibe
Her grandmother told her stories of old
Of automobiles
Of the people they would go to meet
Of a more simple life
She wore her grandmothers clothes
To her they would always be pretty
His grandfather lay dead in the ground
But he still had stories
From photographs
Pieces, fragments of history
Sometimes had to invent meanings, or names, but the stories were there
Looking back in black and white
The two hold hands now
They take walks
They talk of their histories
Her wearing grandmothers sweater
Him wearing the look of his grandfathers face, from those pictures long ago
They make the new times in front of them
Shape what will come
As they honor the past, they make times to speak of later
Times for the kids of their kids to tell
She will be regal
He will just be