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.
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.
