The Bridge

Many a time I come here, this Bridge made of mortar and stone,
My Grandpa helped to build it, and now it has become my own
Its therapeutic nature, can give such peace to a troubled heart,
It has always made me smile, even at times when I am falling apart
And now as I stand here gazing, at this beautiful piece of land,
My Bridge has gained new meaning, and I finally understand
Once when my soul was aching, I stood here with two halves of my heart,
Now the pieces are bridged together, and my life has a brand new start
And I understand why my Grandpa, brought me here so many years ago,
He knew of the fractures and breaks, that we may suffer from as we grow
And I clearly see the wisdom, in that old saying he kept taped to the fridge,
You will get there, just not today, it takes awhile for one to build a bridge