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JerryPat
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since 2010-10-30
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0 posted 2010-11-04 06:25 PM



The small boy stood in the door,
Watching his grandpapa snore.
Amid trappings and concealment,
The sick bed looked like a tent.

Death's smell, heavy in the air,
Too much for the boy to bear.
Turned to leave, he could not stay,
And see his grandpapa that way.

Wait, a weaken voice did ask,
Beneath bed covers, a mask.
Please don't go, his bony hand
Beckoned him and did command.

The lad, paused for a second,
Then took the hand that beckoned.
Tears fell freely, he did sit,
Though afraid, he did admit.

An old claw-hand squeezed the boy's
Faintly, all his strength destroyed.
Come, let's talk, his feeble voice
rose, sounding like reborn joy.

"Grandpapa, oh, please don't go,
I'll miss you so, don't you know?"
He raised the thin hand, so old,
Pressed it to his lips, tears did grow.

Do you know of man's awe and strife?
Listen, child, I speak of life.

The old one sank back in bed
The boy hoped he wasn't dead.

"Yes, Grandpapa, explain to me
Things that help with life, I agree."
The gaunt hand waved tenderly,
Mouth moved, word barely heard, Yes.

A rumbling cough seized his chest,
He lifted his arm as if to bless.
Spoke like his life was in review
Boy, to yourself always be true.

"Love, grandpapa, how will I know?"
You'll know when your heart starts to glow.
"Mom and dad's marriage is all through
What will make them stay? Lover's glue?"

Gaunt eyes stared with life's ebb and flow
Often wonder why people go.
His chest rattled from a weak cough
Selfishness is why they break-off.

They just have too much on their minds,
And every day stuff  becomes a grind.

"How I can be rich, Grandpapa?"
Most people go outside the law.

The old one gripped his fragile chest
Relaxed like he had lost his zest.
Looked the boy in the eye and said,
Always respect what's in your head.

A woman walked into the room
Sweeping up the floor with a broom.
The boy stepped aside, let her by,
She stopped, looked, and let out a sigh.

Why you in here son, all alone?
"Talking to gramps 'bout being grown."
She held him as the tears did flow,
Son, grandpa died hours ago.


. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

© Copyright 2010 Jerry Pat Bolton - All Rights Reserved
Prasad Nataraj
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1 posted 2010-11-04 09:10 PM


Fine lessons from a wise old man, Ending is perfect.Fine writing Jerry.

"Hardwork pays in the long run"

JerryPat
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2 posted 2010-11-04 09:14 PM


Thank you, Prasad, I appreciate your comment.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

katahdin
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since 2010-07-01
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ME. In the Shadow of the Mt.
3 posted 2010-11-05 12:30 PM


Well done! Loved the ending.
Kat >^..^<

JerryPat
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4 posted 2010-11-05 07:54 AM


Thank you, katahdin, it is appreciated.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

Eusta B. Mae
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since 2010-05-03
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5 posted 2010-11-05 08:08 AM


That was a fine piece of writing...just the tender kind of thing that brings a tear to my eye...ebm
JerryPat
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Posts 1991
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6 posted 2010-11-05 09:08 AM


Although I didn't dedicate it to him, this poem was written in memory of my grandfather. He lay in state in our house and I remember standing, all alone, in the door to the room where he was and just staring at the casket and trying to make out what was happening, I was a wee lad at the time.

Thank you ebm.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

Misty Lilacs
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White Birch Forest
7 posted 2010-11-05 10:08 AM


A moving and touching bit of writing!

Marti

JerryPat
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8 posted 2010-11-05 10:58 AM


I appreciate your words about my poem, Marti, thank you.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

Earl Brinkman
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since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183
Osaka, Japan
9 posted 2010-11-06 08:39 AM


It has already been said but I`ll say it again.  The ending was perfect.
JerryPat
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10 posted 2010-11-06 08:54 AM


Many thanks, Earl. I'm glad you liked it.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

Martie
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11 posted 2010-11-06 12:05 PM


JerryPat....wonderfully touching love story with an ending written by a pro.
s1nfully_1nn0c3nt
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Watertown, NY
12 posted 2010-11-06 12:31 PM


This is a really touching piece. Its like I was there. Thanx for sharing.

-Trina.

"To decieve ones self, is truly a grueling battle. One which we're destined to lose."

JerryPat
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Posts 1991
Louisiana/America
13 posted 2010-11-06 12:46 PM


You are too sweet, Martie, and I thank you very much.

Trina, your comment about you being there made my day, thank you.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

ethome
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since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada
14 posted 2010-11-06 12:49 PM


Hard to let that love go.

Great ending.
The ability to recognize true wisdom is a real special gift. Very enjoyable from beginning to end.

Eric

JerryPat
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since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991
Louisiana/America
15 posted 2010-11-06 05:54 PM


Thank you Eric. Your words mean much to me.
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