My Grandpa

I remember……………

His warm, piercing blue eyes

His advice about guys

Watching the Cubs; he was such a fan

Admiring his Fedora; such a sign of a man

Listening to the Polish language he spoke

Eyeing his fat cigar and smelling the smoke

Shaving his face when he was unable

Playing checkers on the brown, oval table

Helping him walk; his unstable gait

Staying the night; not knowing his fate

His ruin when Gram dies

His warm, piercing blue eyes

 

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6 thoughts on “My Grandpa

  1. So many things to like about this post! I love how this short poem is in chronological order, love how you begin and end with the same line,
    love the rhyming, love how you picked out distinct memories to include. Such sweet, caring memory of shaving his face when he was unable. Great slice!

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