Pop Pop

Pop Pop

A Poem by Xayah
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A memory of my grandfather.

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He smells of trees

and cigarettes

and chocolate-covered mints.

And his belly is large,

and his face is scruffy,

and his clothes are soft and warm.

 

His skin is brown,

and the knees of his jeans are worn,

and his hands are big and calloused;

All from working in his garden,

or hiding Easter eggs,

or fixing cars.

 

And his eyes are closed

with his glasses still on

and the newspaper in his lap

while his one hand rests on his coffee cup

and the football game plays in the background.

And his snore rumbles like thunder

through the commentary

that my cousins shout.

© 2013 Xayah


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I had to come visit when I saw your title.. This made me tear up.. We called my grandfather pop-pop as well.. He always smelled of a cigar.... loved this tribute.. xo shallimarRose

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Xayah

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I'm glad it meant something to you, too.
shallimarRose

11 Years Ago

Absolutely touched my heart.. ty Rose
I Love this! The memory is so vivid...your poem put me in this memory...really lovely.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Xayah

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much!
Everett DeValle

11 Years Ago

You are very welcome.

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Added on September 6, 2013
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Xayah
Xayah

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I used this account a lot as an angsty teen and now I'm using it again as a depressed adult. Whoopsies! more..

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