Freedom Grandfather Poems

Bounded

Circumscribed

Bordered

Are stories

Imagined

Appearing

Passed down

From past

Ages..

Stories which

Are freedom

Already......

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Ribbons

Thoughts are flowing
like water passing under the bridge. 
There are rivulets that form ribbons... 
of greater meaning found in the lower reaches. 
There is where...

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Grandfather's Gift

There is an angel, 
on a coin, in my pocket. 
My grandfather gave her to me. 
It is a token of affection. 
It is...

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One Dollar

When I was a kid, 
I worked for every dime I got. 
I folded papers, 
I took out the trash, 
I did dishes, 
washed...

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Grandma Sews

Some yarn, a bit of ribbon, 
a flour sack, and loads of love... 
these are the materials
that made the dress I wore
the day I...

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So you won't renew my license
That makes absolutely no sense
You say my license is suspended
Because of violations and drivers I've offended

Even though I drive fast...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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You held me as a child within the safety of your arms,
while my father slept unsoundly below the blood soaked earth,
you taught me words unfamiliar...

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My Guy

Yes, my guy.
Like the song in my heart, that repeats, 
when I listen ever so closely to things that matter.

Puts me first, when I...

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A Sistine Chapel lies outside our house,
a cellar used by former runaways.
Recalling stories from our grandpa Joe,
remember how he always kept a horse
to transport couples...

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old bayonet—
I wonder if one touched
my grandfather’s body






June 12, 2017...

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Old Man Sitting Alone
Steve L, Siegel
Sept. 2015
-:-
I sit here with my dog as cars go whizzing by past
Time even seem to go by slower yet
Most...

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Where are they now the fighters?
Fighting for their freedom as well as ours
Survivors of those turbulent war years 
The silent heroes
Saving us
Sparing us the trauma...

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Thunder in the morning I complain  
Summer's even  
Hoeing in the rain I soon quit the field. . .

Freedom,

The spring at the one...

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