Long Granddaddy Poems
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I am the dependable North Star,
the diamond in the twilight sky, guiding you
as you journey to your destination;
lighting the pathway when dawn is
swallowed by the umbra of night.
I'm Sirius, a beautiful bright star.
In search of your dreams, you reach
to the heavens for me to make them come true.
In search of wonder, you look up to me
to write it in bold letters across the firmament.
I am the Sun, the granddaddy of all the stars.
The mega-watt bulb of Planet Earth. You feel me
on your skin and spirit every single day. I bestow
refreshing warmth when the world grows too cold
to bear. I'm the symbol of hope and happiness.
I'm Venus, a morning star
forever welcoming you
into a promising dawn
You've got a wish? Wish away!
I'll happily grant them!
Date written: 07/04/2020
Good morning Steph, today's the twentieth.
It's Syd's birthday and I've been thinking of you.
I bought her a cake yesterday, chocolate and vanilla swirled.
I thought of calling your mom,
but she always disappears this time of year.
She wants to be alone with you.
Instead I bought another cake
just for you,
like I always do.
A red velvet, I think you'd like it.
I woke up this morning all alone and went to the frig,
pulled out your cake and cut a slice.
My eyes filled with tears but you know I don't cry
so I closed my eyes and wished you a happy birthday
and let just one slip by,
just for you.
It's been a while since we shared your last birthday together.
Yours on the nineteenth and Sydney's on the twentieth,
eighteen years apart.
Sydney was just one.
Just the family,
the four of us
and you and your mom.
We joked and laughed.
Who knew in a few months you'd be gone.
We all felt so helpless after the accident,
but there was nothing we could do,
just be there for your mom.
She stayed with us for days afterward.
Then there was Granddaddy, you were like his own daughter.
One of the last things he said to me before he passed away
was, "I know my times over
but I'll surely be happy to see Stephanie again."
I hope your together.
Sydney's fourteen now.
Funny thing, when she was two,
three times she was looking over her moms shoulder, entranced.
Her mom asked, "What are you looking at?"
Her response was, "Nina."
Heather made up that name for you
when she was only three. I remember,
out of the blue, she looked at you and said "Nina."
You looked at her quizzically and said, "My name's Stephanie."
She said, "No, it's Nina."
You said, "OK," and she called you that from then on.
We found out years later that she blamed herself for your death,
and she was the most hurt by it.
She loved you so much.
She didn't understand.
She was only six.
Stephanie, such a beautiful,
gentle
young woman
You were the first to leave us
and by far the hardest.
I would have taken your place in a moment
if only to keep the tears from you mom's eyes.
Love you Nina,
miss you.
03/19/16
the sly old witch crept down to the bog
hoping to get some legs of an unsuspecting frog
the frog she found was granddaddy, wise and smart
getting the best of old witches was his favorite art
He slapped her into quicksand really quick
that frog was intelligent, his dendrites thick
He said never come back if I let you out
She was released shortly and gave an enormous shout
Ran from the bog and never came back, never never
Told the tale to no one, for it made her sound less clever
But from that day on the bog frogs were totally safe forever
From the old witch and her relatives, they came back never.
My Granddaddy said
A whole lot to me
To prepare for the things
A young mind couldn't see
He peaked around corners
And underneath beds
Here are some things about life
My Granddaddy said
Life if you ain't careful
Can grab you by the throat
It's a dress that is red
It's a glass bottom boat
It's a beautiful smile
With the sharpest of teeth
Life's a kiss on the head
And a kick in the knees
It's a shake of the hand
A knife in the back
A shoulder to cry
A belly of laughs
Life it can be
Most anything
From the roar of a lion
To a bluebird that sings
It's a shave that is close
A miss by a mile
An old man at most
A soft tender child
A moment of wonder
A sneeze never blessed
Pouring out more
Then taking it back
My Granddaddy said
A whole lot to me
To prepare for the things
A young mind couldn't see
He peaked around corners
And underneath beds
These are some things about life
My Granddaddy said
I am the granddaddy of this tree line
Used to be the strongest, mightiest evergreen here
The others sprung up renegade, one by one
Now I am but a stump of my former glory.
I guess this happens in old age.
I am the most sought after, however
When people come to wait for rides.
I am the only place to sit.
The winters are balmier now,
Today we have snow, which I love
But only a dusting.
I am disappointed that the highway is clear
It is a lot more exciting when cars are stuck or crashing.
Lots of action, tow trucks, police cars,
Sometimes an ambulance with red lights.
Nothing much to do these days but watch
So here I sit, listening to the my great grandchildren
Speaking of me in whispered ways
They think I am senile, too old to hear
My hearing is that of a dog.
I could howl if I wanted,
but I choose to sit here listening,
flicking them out of my will one by one.
Is the word “fart” a naughty word
Hope not... I find it cute and giggly
But don't go by me, my mind is a little warped
Words are just words with letters strung together
Strange how any mention of our private parts
Should never be said in public
“Uvula” sounds really naughty
But the dictionary describes it as
“a fleshy extension at the back of the soft palate
That hangs above the throat”
Now if that doesn't sound naughty, I'll eat my shorts!
Here's an old English expression... “bollocks”
Of German origin... related to BALL
And how about “tit”
Again the old dictionary says
“refers to a small New Zealand bird called a “tit”
How can just three innocent letters strung together
Cause little old ladies to titter!
Last but not least we have “dong”
Sounds like a gong as in a bell
So I guess that's where the old expression comes from
“I sure rang his bell!
In closing, I'd like to say this
I had a freaking good time writing this one
But we all know what “freaking” is
It's a sort of polite way of saying
The granddaddy of all swear words
Just seven letters starting with an “f”
It's “farting” of course, what were YOU thinking?
© Jack Ellison 2014
A girl named Emilee, bright as the day.
With a mother’s embrace, she learned to be strong,
But the absence of a father felt like a song.
A melody missing, a note out of tune,
Yet love found a way, like the sun through the gloom.
Her granddaddy came with a heart full of grace,
A gentle old man with a warm, loving face.
He taught her of kindness, of courage, of dreams,
With stories that sparkled like sunlit streams.
He showed her the world through a father’s kind eyes,
In his laughter, she found her own joyful skies.
But time, like a thief, took him far away,
Leaving Emilee’s heart in a shadowy fray.
The day that he left, the world felt so cold,
A bond that was precious, now a memory to hold.
She thought she would shatter, her spirit would break,
For losing her granddaddy felt like a earth quake.
Yet in the stillness, where sorrow once lay,
His love wrapped around her, a warm, soft bouquet.
In whispers of wind, in the rustle of leaves,
She felt him beside her, in all that she believes.
Each day she remembers, each moment she keeps,
His laughter, his wisdom, in her heart, it seeps.
Now as she watches her children at play,
She sees her granddaddy in their smiles every day.
In the twinkle of eyes, in the way that they laugh,
His spirit lives on, in Emilees path.
Though the ache of his absence will never quite cease,
In the faces of her children, she finds her peace.
So Emilee carries the love that he gave,
A legacy woven, a bond that won’t cave.
In the tapestry of life, where memories blend,
Her granddaddy’s love is a light without end.
Though he’s gone from this world, in her heart he will stay,
A father’s love shining down in such a beautiful way.