Image borrowed from BingJohn H. Langley
Blue Swim trunks
His towel caped
Running down the beach like superman
Entertaining my toddler self
Building sand castles and
Wave jumping
A snapshot reminder that he even exists
Yet for him, he knew me
Only I gather him.
A ball scrub off the thirteenth hole
Thousands of balls I cleaned
Right in his back yard
Pilfered salt shakers
Lined up like chess pieces
A laundry shoot
Wishing upon wishing
I could make the slide
Yet for him, he knew me
Only I discover him.
Driving permit days old
His cigar wafting its sweep
“Turn left!” He exclaims.
Timid I, “but grandpa it’s a one way street.”
“Oh malarkey,” he’d say, “It never used to be that way.”
“Turn left,” he insisted.
I couldn’t refuse
It wouldn’t matter anyway
Everyone knew him
Expected it from him
Last thing he gave me I still have
A tiny gold sand dollar charm
Laced with memories
Yet for him, he knew me
And I knew him.
Kristen Haskell
February 14, 2011
Posted over on her site Living in the Middle
Listed as #48 over on Magpie Tales 53
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing this. I've been scanning old photos lately. I wrote this the day before Tess' salt shaker prompt. Serendipity! Any way I do appreciate that you repost my poem and I am again honored. To me, he was an amazing man.
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