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Eavesdropping

A good man is hard to find
Said my Nana,
That was the day I saw tears in her eyes
As she nervously stuff the monthly tithe in the envelope
And headed to church that Sunday morning
Before, screaming at my granddad for hours
I guess she was mad as hell at the old fool

That was the same day when I found out that my hero my grandpa
Was having an affair with the widower Estelline Beckley
“Ellie you’re the only woman for me said my Granddad”
However, my Nana wasn’t haven’t any of that
So she slammed the door in Granddad face

I remember being scared, and confused,
About this family feud
So, I hid under the table, and prayed to God
for the screaming and shouting to stop

For several weeks all my Nana did was pray and prayed
And all Granddad done was  burn her pots and pans
Boiling water and making coffee.

Nana told the neighbors, that those harlots with a trail
For a rear end, could cause a man to climb,
a mountain without his proper gears
That statement still baffles me until this day.
Until many years later when I met my mother half sister
the spit and image of my mother.

however, she had the very spirit and expression of my Granddad 
so much for eave dropping and family affairs

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