Say Whiskey!

My grandfather, who recently passed, loved to take family photos- each time he would shout, "Say Whiskey!" to make us smile. It always worked.

As I sit in my chair, practicing the traditions of bowing, blessing my heir
The thrown is now empty 
My body melts in the chair 
Drinking and reminiscing 
About the dynasty he created 
Feeling frustrated and worried about the memories fading 
The structure he built for this tower
Is crackling down, we mourn this hour 
He was our power
Now it's just all an overcast 
Our eyes are so blind 
we see more clear through a tall glass of Jack 
At this time we try hard to find 
Small signs 
That his spirit still rules the south 
And we're caught up in our own decisions 
I call it a frontal cottonmouth 
None of this could have been envisioned 
Because if I predicted the next steps 
He'd still be apart of our rhythm 
Dreams can fool even the slightest of good intentions 
Goodbye abuelito, until next time

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

This is a very reminiscent-feeling piece. I really like the pacing and phrasing of this. Good work.

[Drcicarlo]

Thank you Clifford, for the beautiful review. I am always impressed when my readers can decipher the message between the lines. I am still struggling in finding my motion in writing- I am very glad that you enjoyed this piece!

[anonymousprankt]

literally an alcoholic poem ma'm that makes one high!

[Drcicarlo]

Haha, thank you very much. I was merely just the bystander watching my loved ones trying to cope with death.