“Fulfilling absolute decree/ in casual simplicity–“
This stone sits outside my grandparents home. He has always been there, he is always smiling. I used to put rocks in his mouth.
When your grandparents reach their nineties they start to get morbid. This became apparent to me a few years ago when, upon arrival for Christmas celebrations, my Grandma Ivy gave us color coded sticky notes and told us to go around the house and mark what objects we would want when she dies. For obvious reasons I did not want to think about this harsh reality so in protest I only marked one thing. That one thing I marked was this little stone. He always lights up my day and has been a stable presence at my grandparents for my whole life. No matter the season or what was going on in the outside world this rock stayed happy.
