Granddad

Author: arkay ASL Info:    50+/m/Atl.Can Elite Ratio:    4.84 - 450 /320 /56 Words: 110

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Granddad

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My granddad stood tall in my eyes so bright. Harbinger of goodies And tales to delight How often I sat Upon that bent knee Listening in wonder to words set free. But often I thought, As I asked him why My dads not here, I saw a mist come to his eye. No stories he told of the man I had lost. His voice would crack Then silence the cost. So often I noticed him looking my way, Not looking at me but through my ray. And in those moments Though no tears fell, I knew his sadness I knew it well.

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Your poem evoked feelings in me regarding my own grandfather who was a first world war veteran. I used to sit on his knee while my Dad was fighting in Korea with the Royal Canadian Regiment. ( My Dad was also a second world war veteran) and when he was in Korea my Mother and I stayed at my Grandparents home. I recall sitting on Grandads knee asking him if Dad would be all right. Grandad's eyes would get a little misty and he would say "God will take care of him" so I can relate the feelings (to some extent) of a man who's son had died. Fortunately for me my Dad survived his second war and was reunited with his son and Father. Good poem. -Mugsy-

| Posted on 2006-02-10 00:00:00 | by mugsy | [ Reply to This ]

This is NOT fluff...this is beautiful and sad..but holds so much truth for you doesn't it? Oh wow...I'm blessed with all that I have and reading some thing like this...well...makes me cry, for others not so fortunate. The only way this could be fluff is if you had drawn it out and over did the word play...which you didn't! This is beautiful...kind and what a way of remembering ;) My father is one of my best friends ever... my mother is as well...so my heart is saying "You lucky little girl you" THANK YOU Not only for the great write...but sharing with all of US. Beautiful...truly...Beautiful Kelly

| Posted on 2004-11-18 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]

Unfortunately, the past seems destined to repeat itself, what with the thousand-plus people dying in the "war" in Iraq...many fathers and mothers never returning home...perhaps grandparents raising the children left behind while mourning the loss of their own child. Maybe that is why this comes to mind for you right now...perhaps you can feel that sense of deja vu occuring in today's society...

| Posted on 2004-11-18 00:00:00 | by Emerging Soul | [ Reply to This ]

this is such a sad touching poem... i dont think you need to know why such things come to mind... the subconscious is a crazy unfathomable thing really... i like the feeling i get that your grandad saw your father in you... the stories your grandfather told you of his life... his stories... and yet never would he tell you your fathers... im kinda learning just how important it is to know such stories of grandparents or even parents histories... my grandfather died about a month ago and i just realised last night i hardly knew ANYTHING about him and then... my dad is quite sick and we got talking about his family and he is gonna spend his time doing family tree's and tracing ppl back and stuff and yeah... i said id help him... in the hope that when im old i can tell my grand children all kinds of wonderful stories about where theyve come from and such... anyways i digress... this is a very beautifully written poem and yeah... the way you write of grandad draws a picture in my head and maybe even a smell... tobacco and peppermint tea... good write

| Posted on 2004-11-17 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]

Aw, this is a very beautiful piece. I have grown without a father, I partially know how it feels. Though sometimes it is worse when your father is simply ignoring your existance instead of not being there altogether. I have some connection with your words, my brother at times gets very emotional when my dad is brought up in any form of conversation. He is younger that I am..Astonishingly beautiful work!

| Posted on 2004-11-17 00:00:00 | by Crimsonpathways | [ Reply to This ]

I too have lost members of my family, old and young. This poem reminded me of my own losses. poem is a good vent. It read very nicely, weel done.

| Posted on 2004-11-17 00:00:00 | by vvv | [ Reply to This ]

This was a very well constructed piece and I found the message to be sad and yet presented beautifully. I thought the last line of the 5th verse could have been better, perhaps: but into a past day. But that is a small thing and all and all it was a great write and I thank you for the read. By the way I lost my dad and grandpa so I envy you having at least one.

| Posted on 2004-11-17 00:00:00 | by dmm | [ Reply to This ]

I thank you kindly for your kind remarks to my poem "Granddad". I was not expecting that it would be accepted that way. I'm not really a sentimental man, but I had to stop writing where I did because I felt the flow of tears running down my cheeks. Strange how memories can affect us that way.

| Posted on 2004-11-17 00:00:00 | by arkay | [ Reply to This ]

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