Eight summers since

eight summers ago
blue daisies carried your spirit 
upon your adopted hometown's river
some of your ashes laid to peace upon a fisherman's bay

eight summers later
you look upon your four-year-old granddaughter
who never had the chance to know her Lolo, 
but she knows your photos

eight summers later 
happy weeps 
like 7am morning dew on lush Virginia grass
where we now live
as lovers of the beach, the woods, the lake

and now
eight summers later
heartprints abound and flicker like summer's fireflies
we love our memories of you