Eavesdropping

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