Monday, December 01, 2014


Two poems about grandfathers

From Renee:

A rude wooden bowl
And one spoon fed 5 chicks..Pa
Hoarded money,they

Were left alone to
Fend.He learnt to sculpt trees
In Zurich. Gardener

He met his wife who
Was Cook.From Marseilles they sailed
To America.

Farmed a Tragic Land.
His mustache tickled my cheek.
He pulled my hair.

I would have loved to
Hear his stories.How he survived
When she shut out love.

And from Christine:

Dancing eyes, broad smile
A farm with horses and cows
Mem'ries of age five.

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