My Grandfather

Oceans 212

In the summer we would water the lawn at night

early in the morning there would be hundreds of worms,

food for the fish, he loved fishing and boats

but he earned his free time from the factory.

The fire of the furnace, protective gear

a warrior every day, dressed and out

the door before dawn, a blast of cold

in the winter. He taught me

how to tie my shoes, how to change a tire

and about worms,

my first example of what a man should be

always fighting the war

for us, the family. A hero

and there was fishing.

They don’t make guys like him

anymore.

Rest in peace PopPop.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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21 thoughts on “My Grandfather

  1. I only knew one of my grandfathers and he died when I was 7—in those 7 years, he made a tremendous impact on me and those memories, although few, are most precious—Thank you for sharing your love and thoughts of your own grandfather—he would be proud of you 🙂

  2. A beautiful glimpse into a very important relationship. I love that worms are what ties the ideas in this poem together. It makes the memory tangible. Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.

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