Tyler Garlick Poet Prose

Coffee With Grandpa

I have 2 Grandpas.
One a lover of the Lord,
the other, I'm not so sure.

Both, awesome and inspiring men.

For years, they don't even
offer me coffee.

It would be abnormal for 
me to drink it anyways
cuz ... I'm young?

Yet, had I broken through
all the barriers,
and just grabbed a cup
for myself -
moving so quickly and silently
to make all the noise in the kitchen -
it would've been 
3/4 milk, 1/4 sugar, and a sip
of coffee.

That's how the Boyz liked it.

But now, I've since
acquired the bitter taste.

Oh, how sour this life is.

Now, I can share a large,
bold cup with my grandpas.
It's been life-changing.

I'm almost on their pillar.
Those pillars of wisdom.
If only I knew now
what they know from 60+ years.

I envy their serenity.
Lord, why can't I
HAVE PEACE?!
But when I sit with
them,
I'm right up there, too.

Delving into the wisdoms 
that encompass the
utmost
love.

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