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Thursday, 28 December 2017

A History of My Grandfather

A History of My Grandfather


He farmed and ranched in the Great Plains
At the time of the Railway
I can never remember him without a Stetson
and his laced top boots
I remember the squeak in the step from the basement
And the bottle and the glass at the end of the table
He spoke short and to the point
and you had better listen
They woke me first, then my sister to shake his hand
for he knew he wasn't coming back
It was late in the fall, and it was a long country road to town
where he died in the back seat
It was a biting cold wind from the north, and the dirt was covered
My Grandmother was in a thin cotton dress
and someone said they were glad the service was short
My mother was grim and my father had a drink and wanted to talk
Once a life that I knew, now he only exists in my memory.

My Grandfather died 1961