My Grandpa H
Grandpa was my favorite
He said I was his as well
He wore a hat and a scarf
High top work shoes Overalls
Grandma was favorite too
She was mild very refined
She was a school teacher ex
Retired got along with kids
Grandpa was the man to be
When I grew up I wanted
Wanted to be just like him
Always had something going
He was rough around the edge
Cussed used words I couldn't say
Never the Lord's name in vain
Not vulgar still not for me
We'd go for rides in his truck
His stud horse was in the back
Grandpa's horses were good stock
For his cars he liked Buicks
There were nine of us cousins
We were first at the table
Grandpa said woodbox* for us
We wondered was he teasing?
Celebrated fifty years
Grandpa wanted cocktails
Grandma said there would be none
Grandpa's bar down in the barn
And when we grew up
I laid claim to be
Most like my Grandpa
*Woodbox, a wooden box holding firewood for the kitchen cook stove
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- Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2016 ( https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2016/09/fridays-hunt-v210-j-is-for.html?m=1) , All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rosemary for writing her prompt, see below, at Weekly Scribblings #55 , https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/01/weekly-scribblings-55-what-you-resist.html
- Rosemary invited us "to write about turning into one of (our) parents – or about resisting that possibility."
He sounds like a bloke worth emulating. Grandparents fill such an important role.
ReplyDeleteOften with relations we are more comfortable with them rather than parents because they become a respite from our normal lives. Caring for us but with no chance of admonishment!
ReplyDeleteI have no recollection of any of my grands. Given my relationship with my parents (especially my father), that's probably a good thing.
ReplyDeleteHA! Many a church-going farmer had a stash in the barn, I suspect!
ReplyDeleteThat is pretty solid right from the first line.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed reading this, Jim. A wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteI so relate to this, Jim. My grandmother was a Sunday school teacher and my granddad was the best.
ReplyDeleteI like the last stanza. I can practically see the self-satisfaction through the words. :-)
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this piece, Jim!
ReplyDeleteTo be surrounded by relatives on both sides is a blessing and to have day to day interaction with Grandparents is GOLDEN. Sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteYour admiration for him really shines through
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