Grandpa

Grandpa

A Poem by Alice Beecher

 

He addresses his shirts
like boxing champions
midweight, heavyweight, light as a feather
but he is not as nimble as a butterfly
 
He is old.
He is old enough that he pauses   between hi s l e t t e r s
That Wednesday and Thursday mean the same thing to him
As do meatloaf and roast beef, smile and frown,
and this is the last stage of his winter.
 
He is not a patriarch.
No eternal gazing presence,
with massive hands and bolderlike roots
he is feeble, and his story is the same
as everyone’s
who has lived a very long time
and has resigned himself to the inevitable indignities
 
Words repeated
Messes cleaned
It is better not to disturb
 
broken ears.
 
He is not sick, despite his windchime bones
He will live, for as long as it is convenient
Metal apparatuses will support his frame
and his children will bite each other over his money
He has lived a very long time.
 
He is a shy man
No girlfriends till college
A grey cloth man finds a grey cloth wife
But she died first
To make the necessary tragedy
The mild idiosyncrasy
Dying with the terror of a whorlpool mind
words slipping from her memory like
plastic glasses slip from his hands
 
Sometimes he looks to the window,
wondering why the past lies invisible
beyond a damned and deaf horizon
But of course, such things can’t be helped.

© 2008 Alice Beecher


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a beautiful and very poignant description, I never knew my Granpa but this poem makes me feel the feeling
of what it would've been like...
nice job, it rouses the senses.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Nicely written, colorful words that flow smoothly, you made me feel the pains and suffering of watching some one age. I could feel the love and the helplessness one feels when watching one we love grow old and face death any day. You're helpless, yet death would be a welcome relief from the suffering of living. You expressed this so well in your writing. Good write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This poem is a cut above the norm--perhaps two cuts. The wording is inspired. "windchime bones, bolderlike roots." Alice, you're a very fine poet.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This poem is AWESOME!!! You know, just when I thought it might be a simple dedication...it turns out to be a solid commentary (at least to me it was). You have a wonderful style of writing: relative and alive with description. Excellent work, my dear!!! I'm looking forward to reading more from you.

-Anarda Nashai
author of Despondent
Check out my website at:
www.anardanashai.webs.com

Posted 16 Years Ago



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