Time’s Capsule

I remember being at my grandparent’s home
Always a place of safety away from main society

Yet planted in the very heart of prime social elitism
Only just one door away by grandpa playing piano

And when I returned as a teen after he had passed
The place felt the same but much more empty

I could have stayed there forever and would have
Had my grandmother left the house in will to me

But my uncle and his family eventually took over
All properties and moved her with them for caretaking

I got a small funding to begin my own life later
Her parting gift used to spread wings for flying