poem ending with a line by john lennon

i couldn't miss her
talking to the trees
her loose skin braised on the arm
light brown hair
kept in shape by a red bow

i was barely holding on
to the end of a long day
but our paths crossed
as we waited for the light to change

she turned to me & said,
you are my grandfather
oh, how i've missed you
she grinned
& caressed my arm

the war is over [if you want it]