Grand Uncle and I
Granduncle Rey was inimitable… uncommon.
He could make a story out of a passing wind
and have me crying, giggling like an imp--
this God-given knack could spin yarns of myth
that even my siblings rasp with bulging eyes ,
mouths wide as a crater, entranced from
delicate plots soaked in mystery.
Every trail climbed one step away from anticipation,
but a story was a story, the larger the better…
how could a pirate turn into a lizard
or eve's starlight emerge as a queen?
It didn’t matter what the tale was about,
for between, “And then” and “Later on,”
my ears were sucked deep into
another world beyond my own knowing.
Ambling on with this gifts of plums and gab,
my adolescent days romped with our exchanges--
his warm commentaries of asteroids, pharaohs,
and eternity made me a student of life,
that when he breathed last this year...I was ripped
only to build my own tales in life's center stage.
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Royal Relationships Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook 5/15/2020
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