ERNEST LEE--

Cario, illinois
Not a heros row
Stood a linky tall black tree.
Grandfather??
Farther my eyes, rise
My father's father
First and last time I saw him
Tall black, he had a long back
Liken an african 
darker than a "sudanese"
Darker than real dark chocolate.
Did I mention he was so tall  soul tall
My first and only meeting of him
The year "1974"
We crossed the river 
from Missouri to Cairo, Illinois
Mercy, me he was a tall tree

Ernest Lee 

My father's cousin 
Introduced us guess
 my father hasn't seen his father for decades
Family secrets I know not why
My father's cousin said this is your grandson speak to him
This tall tree darker, blacker than me
Tall dark and quiet quiet
It was the bright of day,
 but his stature was like midnight.
He had a shovel in his hand ?

dark man
Reach this skinny arm, hand 
in his pocket and pulled out a coin
It was a quarter
Twenty five cents
And though this man my grandfather
Who am I never never, ever saw again
This not a sad story, (guess though should have kept the quarter)

This is not a negative story
I have no answers, middle risk of developing questions solely
WHY???
Who is this man
Soul, so tall body so tall arms, 
torso so tall
How can this be 
I see

This tall  tall tall black tree
This was my Grandfather Ernest Lee

 you may be wondering
why my first only and last meeting
of my grandfather
Why? were we at a cemetery

You see this first and only meeting,  greeting my grandfather
And why was he holding a shovel?
My grandfather was a grave digger
I saw him alive on top of the earth
Shovel , in hand as he was digging through dirt dirt
And though this be
Minute first and only meet a greet
I stood before this tall black tree
My grandfather grave digger

 ERNEST LEE

8/9/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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