Bookends
As I knew no living grandparents,
I’ve been a grandson to none.
But I have been a son, a god son,
a younger brother, an older brother,
A nephew, a cousin, an uncle,
A grand uncle, a great grand uncle,
A husband twice espoused,
A son-in-law, a brother-in-law,
A father, a god father, a stepfather,
A father-in-law,
And an ex-husband twice removed.
As my children are not yet parents,
And, given the state of the world,
May possibly never be,
I am grandfather to none.
If certain familial ties can be
Regarded as bookends to a life,
Mine are less than evident,
Leaving my existential chronology
Dangling famously over edges,
Mocking the persistence of memory.
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