Monday, June 23, 2014

To My Grandfather




Your eyes are what I think about
and how even in the cracked gray photo
on my mother's dresser they twinkled
as if you were laughing at a joke that I cannot hear.
I was not even a glimmer in my father’s eyes 
when you were struck by a car 
as you stood quietly beside the old Roman road,
probably lighting your pipe.

I wonder what kind of father you were, and if you played
with your little children or if you were always working,
caring for the Highfields farm;
I think you must have been kind, 
for all your children had that way with them,
and Granny could not have loved a mean man.
Thin you were, a man of muscle and bone and twinkling eyes,
too early laid beneath a heart-shaped stone.
I stood by your grave and tried to conjure your image in my mind,

digging deep to find some part of you living on in me.


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2 comments:

Sue said...

I love this little love note to your grandfather. Such poignant, sweet thoughts you have shared.

=)

Amy said...

I like the "not even a glimmer in my father's eye" wording. Beautiful church and cemetery. TOUCHING.

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