Pop PopA Poem by XayahA memory of my grandfather.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 XayahReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 6, 2013 Last Updated on September 6, 2013 Tags: poetry, family, grandfather AuthorXayahAboutI used this account a lot as an angsty teen and now I'm using it again as a depressed adult. Whoopsies! more..Writing
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