Me and Grandpa
By Richard L. Provencher
Thu, 04 Oct 2012
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Sharing space with the
older fellow with his gold
tooth smile
was more than neat --
I’ll have a burg he blurted
flashing his famous grin
and scorch the
outside he added.
At fourteen
being with grandpa
was special but then that
was more than a long time ago –
and the casual way
he dressed reminded me of
a cowpuncher
with a pistol at his side
except everyone knew
Grandpa had a
container of Malox
inside his right vest pocket
sure came in handy as
me and Grandpa
ordered another hamburger.
© Richard L. Provencher
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Ditto, like Denni that's
Ditto, like Denni that's what I was going to ask. A really heartfelt poem Richard.
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Fabulous honest writing
Fabulous honest writing Richard. Such a window you open the curtain on here. As always your poetry reads as so genuine, unpretentious and oozing observation. I know it's been a while since I stopped by - I'm so glad I did.
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