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    dots Submission Name: Faded Photograph of My Grandpadots

    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
    Words: 106
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       This is a poem about my grandfather that I never met. He told the most amazing stories that my mother repeated. He seems like such a cool guy. Ironically he could've been Boris Pasternak's twin. He called my mom Tadpole as a nickname.

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    dotsFaded Photograph of My Grandpadots

    I have a picture of you.
    It's supposed to be black and white,
    but it's overexposed and faded,
    so it's harvest gold and white.
    You're standing in Kansas cornfield
    your back as straight as the stalks
    the wisdom visible in your weathered face.
    I'd like to have known you,
    to have sat on your knee
    and listened to your stories
    as folky as a Dylan song,
    but I've heard them from your daughter,
    your little tadpole,
    and they live through my words,
    for men don't die with their bodies,
    and I hope we meet in the afterlife
    like we do in my dreams.

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      I never knew either of my grandfathers, both having passed before I was born. I wish I had stories retold to me by my mother but she too died when I was only five.

    This is very sentimental and I read it a few times. I have never even seen a photo of my maternal grandfather, but someday he will be able to tell me his stories and I will have plenty of time to hear them all.
    | Posted on 2004-05-04 00:00:00 | by angela~ | [ Reply to This ]
      this is so cute, I love it so much, and "ironically" enough, I never met my mother's father either, but she tells the many stories and philosiphy of his, and it will go through many generations with all my siblings. I like how you said men dont die with their bodies, that is cool, and I like how you kept the idea of him standing in the cornfield, and his back straight as the stalks, it just fit so well. Nice work, I really like this, I think I am going to put it in my favs, because I share this same feeling.
    | Posted on 2004-04-30 00:00:00 | by ViCiOuSWrItEr | [ Reply to This ]
      I like that. That the photograph is imperfect and only an image, it is quite a statement about the depth of your caring for your grandfather that you cherish that old photo so much in his stead. Thanks for showing that you love him far better than if you had just said it.
    | Posted on 2004-04-30 00:00:00 | by Black Rock Tractor | [ Reply to This ]
      Ok, why is nobody reading my post, "into the earth"? I'm at work and I just wrote it over my break and posted it, it would lift my day a lot to get some feed back..please. By the way, I live in Camden, SC.
    | Posted on 2004-04-30 00:00:00 | by Black Rock Tractor | [ Reply to This ]
      hey this is reals great and i reals hope you are true when you say that men dont die with their bodies coz yeah... a boy i know just died the night before last and yeah... gotta keep the faith i guess. this is a very cool poem and i love the image of the black and white foto being under developed! awesome write as always
    | Posted on 2004-05-01 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      hye this was so cool!! my own grandfather died about 2 years ago and i miss him so much, and i remember him through the books he wrote and through the comic beatings he used to give my father when he was small (narrated to me by my mischevious uncle!!) and ur poem was so good in rousing longing for everyone's grandfathers!! very beautifully fabricated!! annd another one of ur poems go in my favs list (damn! ure poems will fill up my favs list!!!) here goes :clicks on the add to favs button:

    so long Zu
    | Posted on 2004-05-01 00:00:00 | by Zu | [ Reply to This ]
      I never knew my dad's dad. But my mom's parents lived with us. I adored them both. My grandma passed away a month before my first son was born. But my Grandpa was around to see both him and our second son grow up a bit. Sadly he died a few months after our third son was born. I wish they could have known each other. The baby is really missing out on something by not having my Grandpa in his life. Older generations have a lot of wisdom to share with us. Oh, yeah, one suggestion, if you will. Should folky be folksy? Bravo on this sweet AND sad piece.
    | Posted on 2004-05-02 00:00:00 | by redthewitch | [ Reply to This ]

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