I got to rock my grandson to sleep on the back porch tonight.

I wonder if he will remember the golden light of the setting sun through the lace of elm trees,

Or the cardinal on the feeder.

How about the rhythm of the rocker on the stone floor,

Or darkening azure sky.

I wonder if he thought about the honking of the geese as they gathered on the pond,

Or the song in the breeze.

I wonder if he will remember.

I know someone who will.