January Grandfather Poems

His work tools
In a box
My keepsake

The story
He told me
Days gone past

I relate
Even words
Unspoken


January 27, 2023.
Tricube Poetry Contest,
Sara Kendrick....

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Waiting for yesterday,
I was delivered the voice
Whose tongue universal,
beyond reason and choice

Waiting for yesterday,
my time had arrived
Death hunting itself
—my spirit alive

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)...

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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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My back upon the bed, night's thickening dissolves. Awake, eyes open.
I see him lying  high, the silhouette of head, glint eye, arched back, 
tail...

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Road Trip

The country, people, and the village,
All equal, as if, for the first time, 
All of that gave a fresher image,
Nay, 'tis but a relative...

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My Death might be some beautiful evening of 8th January , 2018 whence I will have heart brimming of contentment and a tummy brimming of...

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"Believe me or not when I say
my Pappy has had a rough day-
Diaper soaking wet,
how could he forget!
I had to change it right away.

So I...

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A father figure, worth his guarantee,
His name, Amaro, (like tomorrow), here you see,
a Latin name which means a bitter tree.
His name, Amaro, spurned with faith...

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To crouch beside him in the rows,
Counting seeds beneath rainbows.
Three in each hole, I’d count with glows.
He let me help; his garden grows. 

To sell...

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Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Whiskers and wisdom all in one. 
Generously and gently protecting us.
Every grandchild thought they were your favorite.
You in...

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