dont let me down

   i remember when i was fourteen, with a heavy heart for old fashioned music an photography. kind of like now, just a lot more quiet. my granma was going into surgery & i was spending the day with my grandpa. ever since i was little he’d shown me real music .. he taught me everything i know today. my granpa,that day  so nervous & tense, nothing i could say seemed to change that. we went out grabbed a cheeseburger & fries. got to his new house.. the scenery outside, didnt help anymore. we sat on his couch. i made a stupid joke and he smiled, still worried. i looked up, saw some old beatles recordings he taped. he had always done it, he was one of those crazy beatles fans that grew up with them. he had a cassette in the vcr always ready..so when they came on he could tape it. he has books about them, old cups, records, you name it. i looked over at him, opened my eyes big, pointed at the tapes .. shrugged my shoulders. he nodded his head so i popped one in. it was our favourite when i was little. we watched this video.. then started singing it together.. and for those brief moments.. i could tell he wasnt worried anymore.