Grandfather…

Just because…

…I miss you, Grampa Leo…

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GRANDFATHER

Grandfather, why are there no tales of you?
Of Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers
Even of your wife,
There are plenty.
I know you’ve seen the fairies, too.
I can tell when I see that sparkle in your eye as you talk to your friend,
The one with the candy-gas-station, as we called it,
Who trusts me to count out a dollar worth of candy.
You told me tales of falling skies, of girls with roses,
Of two little sisters- one red haired, one brown.
Those Irish eyes always smiled, handsomer than a prince’s toothy grin.
Walks to that candy stand were like entering the treasury,
choosing only some treasure to take on the journey in our small sacks.
But the store has been emptied,
no more tales to be heard,
no more your words with new meanings (like beerd, not bird).
You made us laugh, a true bard, indeed,
but no tales to be told of you—

until now…

(c) 2000, Twisting the Glass, by Kerrie Colantonio (McNay)

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3 thoughts on “Grandfather…

  1. minerva says:

    Kerrie! I love this piece! What a wonderful man! You are truly doing so well with your writing! Please keep on keepin’ on!
    Blessings!
    CC

  2. WildBill says:

    You’ve started the legend. Now watch it grow.

  3. […] A while back I shared a poem I had written for my grandfather (for all grandfathers, of course, but especially for him). […]

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