Notes About The Poem

We left Buffalo not Hungary. Sorry for any confusion.

Wrinkles In Time

Like bookends, Grandma and Grandpa —
those smiles — only one wears the apron
and the music, classical and gypsy

I was glowing in their eyes, growing
only for one who kept her pride of me,
when for the longest time, inferiority.

Blessing of a Hungarian household
we left just in time for the drama to build
there was rifts, crashes and death

and in one Poughkeepsie starter home
no Christmas tree to be found in 1962
Did we feel the sudden sadness —

my dad’s heart imploding — his dad’s
book closed, forever...forever stretches out

reality is a sudden blowout
only now in his wrinkled years
can he leak information from his tears

1/17/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Kiser Avatar
January 19, 2021 at 2:00 AM
Wow, sad, penned with great feeling.
Andresen Avatar
January 18, 2021 at 12:21 PM
- Feelings that should never be talked about ... like my father ... but a lot was told through tears the last years of his life - A excellent poem, Kim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Mcintosh Avatar
January 18, 2021 at 5:37 AM
WOW. Powerful. Well done. God bless you
Theraven Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 9:17 AM
Kim, Lovely and tragic music in your poem. Whether their eyes glowed in Buffalo's snow or Poughkeepsie without a tree, you've honored them well. Budapest always waits. -Richard
Rodrigues Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 11:37 AM
Thank you! I sure would love to see Budapest! :)
Buhagiar Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 8:05 AM
They were turbulent times. Thank God a war was averted. ~~
Rodrigues Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 9:04 AM
Thanks for the comment.
Proxenos Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 5:17 AM
It seems that in 1962 Cuba and Russia had issues about missiles there was unrest and clashes and rifts and Hungary fell under USSR so it seems your family left just in time - it took time for your grandpa, right into his wrinkled years to talk, between his tears. Great, great write my friend. Love and hugs, Jennifer.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 9:03 AM
Grandma and Grandpa were here in the early 1900’s. Grandpa died in a car accident.All’s my dad would say is he was a nice man.
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