My Grandpa's Specs
As I remember Grandpa's face
the thing that comes first to my mind
his rimless specs with thick lenses
it was a unique thing of its kind.
The thing that comes first to my mind
his hanging specs at tip of his nose
it was a unique thing of its kind
at its place even with eyes closed.
His hanging specs at tip of his nose
always there throughout the day
at its place even with eyes closed
"precious thing" he used to say.
Always there throughout the day
it was frequently forgotten by him
"precious thing" he used to say
creating chaos with his scream.
It was frequently forgotten by him
his rimless specs with thick lenses
creating chaos with his scream
as I remember Grandpa's face.
© 2011 kashinath karmakar(31st July 2011)
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Placement:3rd; (August 2011)
Contest:Memories of Grandma/Grandpa or both
Sponsor:Carol Brown
Copyright © Kash Poet | Year Posted 2011
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