I slowly make my way,
eyeing the perfect place to perch—
the bench sitting in the full sun,
caressing my face with its rays.
I’m drawn to the light
and shy away from the shade.
It gives me a reason to be alive
as I watch the children run around.
So many years spent at the park;
now I am here with my greats,
wishing it was you.
Little bubbles of joy surface
as I smile into those little eyes,
handing a drink box and a hug.
Thankful for the grays in my hair—
a reminder that many do not see—
I reflect on the years gone by.
I do feel some pang of regrets
as the list grows longer,
beads of sweat slowly drip,
mixing with the tears that I try to hide.
I made it here to the golden years
with a big hole in my heart—
a heart that now embraces
the two tiny humans sitting on my knees,
one wanting me to kiss her bobo better.
She jumps down, ready to go play,
and says, Watch me as I swing to the sky.
I let out a little sigh,
as I know you are watching from the sky.
Dedicated to my precious daughter.
While I hold my great-niece and great-nephew close,
I still hold you closer in my heart.
The phone rings- say “Hello”- and hear the sobs;
my heart jumps- for I feel his anguished pain.
With fear, I ask him if there's something wrong!
“Oh God, he's gone! My dear Grandson is gone!”
The words sting hard with blinding disbelief.
So brave, with hope- this cancer, he fought hard;
and still, somehow, that dreaded devil won.
Youth, love for life- and giftedness had failed;
my Great-Nephew- just twenty-one, now gone.
What words can we each find- to ease our pain?
A
Sunday
afternoon
at my daughter's.
My mother, grandkids and nephew are there.
We discuss what the relationship of
my nephew's new
baby could
be to
me!
Would
cute, sweet
Levine be
my great-nephew?
Levine lifts his fluffy white head and barks!
Written at family gathering Sunday July 10, 2016
for the Triple Tetractys Contest of Eve Roper
Written November 19, 2015
Paint it with Tom and Tiny Tim
Then have thanksgiving dinner with your aunt Lisa and your crazy uncle Jim
Here I am
Uncle Sam I am
Sitting on a white picket, barbed wire fence
Spent two stints in the army
With my aunt's uncle's great nephew
Guess that makes him my cousin
See we don't have much communication
Expatriation leads the nation
So I listen to a one of a kind hipster radio station
That sounds just like the rest
Let's have some fun and paint it red white and blue
Hell, let's paint a picture of me and you
Painting a picture of you and me
Sitting on a dock overlooking the great blue sea
You see, life isn't what you wanted it to be
'Cause in the end
It's just a picture of a picture of you and me
So go back to your story and paint it black and white
Paint it with Tom and Tiny Tim
Then go to the next thanksgiving dinner with your dead aunt Lisa and your now sane uncle Jim
Here I am
Uncle Sam I am
Sitting on a white picket, barbed wire fence
I went to the hospital
on Friday night,
I walked into the room
it was quite the sight.
I saw my nephew standing there
with a huge smile on his face,
I walked over to him
held him in a long embrace.
I had all sorts of questions
the baby's full name, how much he weighed,
the baby wasn't born premature
born a week early, my nephew did say.
I was happy to hear that
miscommunication isn't the key,
it's good to ask questions
in this day in age you see.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.28/2016
I was told my great nephew was born premature. I asked his dad (my nephew), and he said the baby was born a week early. Liam was supposed to be born on Mar.4/2016.
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Always hungry, Loves sweets
Understanding
Smiles so sweet
Tough as nails
Intelligent boy of God
Nice great Nephew