My Fondest Memory
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Gramps
George Morris was my Gramps, a real fine man.
He was a Poitier or Cary Grant.
We went to the Island they call Coney,
and on his back, I’d ride the giant waves.
I’d laugh so hard he’d feel my stomach shake.
Which made him give almost a slight "Ha, Ha"
He said, ‘’You need to close your mouth real tight,
or you will end up with a lunch of sea.''
Upon his back I waited for the next.
It was a wave as big as all that day.
I closed my mouth as we sailed straight to shore,
and when it broke we both loosed "Ha Ha Ha."
How nice it was to share, just he and I,
the surf, the sand, the ocean and sea air.
My first time at a Raw Bar eating clams,
fond traces of the good times that we had.
12/8/16
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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