Hints of Grandpa
When I was young, my Grandpa sometimes used
expressions that seemed corny at the time.
“The Lord gave you two ears, but just one mouth”
revisits me each time my face turns red
because I used my mouth more than my ears.
Fast forward fifty years. It’s very late.
My aging bones won’t get the rest they crave
until the lines my lamp illuminates
convey precisely what I long to say.
I then will lay aside my well-worn book
and favored pen, released to seek sound sleep.
Slight hints of Grandpa often make their way
into my poems. Those, I plan to share
with grandkids, who will smile and say, “That’s good,”
but not with much conviction! They will learn—
I hope—as I did, many precious gems
lie waiting to be mined from “corny” lines
composed by aging poets in the night.
Date posted: June 25, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: The Old Scribe Placed 12th of 13
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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