Nov 14 2007
To Andy
To most folks in America, November 11th always marks Veteran’s Day, the day set aside to commemorate everyone who has served this nation as a member of the military. But for me, while growing up, this day always marked the birthday of my paternal grandfather, a man who was a member of the military (serving in the Army Air Corps during World War II) and who would be 90 years old today had he not passed away a decade ago. Thus, I wrote this poem Sunday evening at church, reminiscing over my recollections of this man. Enjoy.
To Andy
Scraps of wood
Carven faces
Whispers of color
Sawdust covers all
Moods and rooms
Memories and recollections
Pasts, presents, and futures
Twinkling eyes and wrinkled fedora
Smiles in corners of mouths
Hints of what might have been
Still seen in the mind’s eye
Mischievous grin
Becomes
Weary visage
In a mere moment
Laughter
Turns into
Scowl
Not because of anger
But because of nature
Never understood
Never realized
Always frustrated
I feel I never knew you
Yet
I have since heard the stories
I know more of The Story
Glimpses appear
I thank you for your children
I thank you for your gifts
And while I’m not quite sure
I know what I miss about you
I know I do.
APN.
Copyright 11/11/2007
