One More Slice of Pie

A poem about my Grandparents.

One More Slice of Pie

 

Why can't the days of the past

last forever?

 

I miss sitting on my Grandfather's lap

and holding his hand as we walk our dog.

 

Miss watching him cook in the kitchen

and watching cowboy westerns on the telly with him.

 

If I could just hear my Grandfather and my Grandmother

argue with each other one more time, it would be like a

slice of peach pie.

 

We could go swimming at the lake like

we used too, go fishing at the fishing hole

like all of the other times. You could

sneak a fish on my pole, like you used to do.

 

The whole family could pile into

yout station wagon and you could

wheel us around, showing us

the twinkling Christmas lights.

 

If I could just hear your worn out

old bragging stories one more time.

 

Grandpa, I wish you could

kiss me goodnight and tuck

me in bed just one more time.

Reviews

[mope]

A lovely collection of wistful images. It shows that he's still there in a way. I obviously don't know him but from the picture you paint I'd guess that he would appreciate this piece.