Grandfather Growth Poems

Reaching—reaching 
rivers to the sea, trying 
to attain wholeness even 
when the pain of losing you
dares to drown me.

As your hands grasp mine
the waters of...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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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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I have a home with bushel basket filled with human delights.
Toe shoes so old that still are so magically bright.

They are winking at me right...

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someone asked me to define the peace of ethnicity
I am just a Mahogany child
of Babylon
sitting in my tree
my grandfather planted this tree
I am sitting in...

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...A gentle squeeze back on the trigger
and the slug shot straight out for its target,
the buck jerked hard, then he bolted away,
for a second Devin...

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Devin crunched slowly through the frosted grass
as he made his way down his grandpa’s field,
it was the morning after Thanksgiving
with a chill that was bracing...

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Harper Lukowski paced down the sidewalk,
the day was done, he was on his way home.
His fried Jaquan, twenty years his junior,
chattered with him as the...

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My dreams were of the dire Queen
I had allowed her reign over me, callousing my heart,
She was inside me, laughing
Having crawled in
My walls closing, as...

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THE HANDS ARE GONE, 

THAT CRADLED ME, 

TURNED THE COVERS ON MY BED, 

HANDS THAT HELPED ME BOW MY HEAD, 

KNEADED A SUPPER OF MILK...

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"CASIO"


two months ago I bought myself
a watch.
it was a water resistant Casio.
it wasn't expensive, just your 
standard price of twenty dollars.
I put it on my...

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" The flower has forgotten its name- memories fade away. "...

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My grandfather bitting grams

My faher sending telegrams

I'm now engaged in IT programmes!...

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It was a bitter morning, the ground hotter upon my flesh
I kneeled at the center of the pit on the twentieth day,
Remembering a tune sung...

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Hands, aged with sun
Rings grown too tight
Feet, wrinkled by walk
Eyes drooped with tire
Hair stringed with dye
Teeth yellowed with coffee

Each wrinkle
Each taint
Each sun-spot
Each grey hair
Filled with...

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