April Grandson Poems

Face Time
By Franklin Price
02/22/2022

In the middle of last evening, my cell phone began to shrill
I answered, there was baby Dean, being held by Auntie Lil
Technology...

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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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Do you ever have that divine dream 
of jumping rope again?

And sometimes you fell,
running to Mommy, to make
it well with a bandaid and
her oh so,...

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Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
								
This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt, who died April 4, 1998.

Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of...

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Saturday Afternoon Before Jack’s 2nd Birthday

A Caravelle wall clock behind me
  ticks away muffled minutes,
Its black pointed hands 
   reaching upward and...

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Though I can't give a full account
		of all the Lord has given me,
		I can say that my list begins
		with life, His love, and family.

		I have...

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His limbs misplaced.
His presence weak.
His actions laced.
His sweat reeks.

Inevitably trapped.
Careless existence.
Leaking, dabbed.
Inherent resistance.

Awaiting….
Cessation…
Inviting….
Expiration….

Delayed Exit.
Troubling loves.
Features placid.
Destination above.

His inside crumble.
Just within reach.
His outside humbled.
Welcoming immortal sleep.

Dear...

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I know first hand the
pain in your heart,it
will be okay,soon you
can make a fresh start.

Your grandson Beal will
be watching over you,and
he knows everyday how
much you...

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Go to sleep my Grandchild,
dreams will come in a little while.

Close your eyes little boy,
sleep will bring much joy.

Dream land awaits you,
where troubles will be...

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