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| Photo: Antigua, Guatemala, April 2011 |
Grandfather's Word
I remember Pa as silent.
I can see his unsmiling bent
boney figure sitting in his bait shed,
inspecting his vegetable
garden, eating at the two-person
enamel-painted kitchen table
in the bright sun, corn fritters,
breaded eggplant. I remember
only one word from him, niggra,
and even so young I knew not
to use it. I'm glad he was mostly
silent.
Prompt from Judy: Write about something your grandfather said.
4 comments:
What a great poem of a character. He might not have talked much but you said volumes about him in this poem.
Strong and silent doesn't always mean wise. You caught the man and his culture with a few choice words of your own, Peggy.
You just get better and better as a poet Peggy. This one punches hard, catches time and place with power.
love this one, amazing imagery.
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welcome join us with a free verse today.
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