Your daddy was a funny kid
he loved
dinosaurs more than anything
and even
when he was only two
he could
carry a tune
like nobody's business.
Aunt Kate was a cute little kid,
carting around kitties
and giving them “giggly hugs”
with her orange curls bobbing.
Grandpa
had the best memory
he would
say, “Three years ago today
we had an
inch of snow
and the Brewers beat the Cubs three to one.”
You had to
tag along after him,
cause he
never stood still.
Grandma read to you
and told stories with you as the hero,
The cats
and dogs loved her best,
and she
always looked sort-of far away.
Great-grandma
grew up in South Dakota;
she used
to shoot prairie dogs
from her
bedroom window.
She worked when no one's mom did,
but mostly she was kind to everyone.
Great-grandpa
was sooo funny.
When he
was little he loved cars and licorice.
He was always
into mischief
with
go-karts and fire crackers,
skating
and card playing
and telling
stories.
Remember
the stories -
tell your
children,
and their
children
for as
long as you can.
In the Imaginary Garden we were asked to write to your ancestors and/ or descendants. I've chosen to write a very personal one, to my future descendants about their ancestors.
Great tidbits to know for the future descendants that show
ReplyDeleteThat close is so gorgeous. We should all pass these kind of stories along.
ReplyDeleteThe stories of who came before us make the story of who we are. Wat to go, Mary. I can do NOTHING with this prompt, despite chewing up reams of disc space with worthless rewrites. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteumm *way* to go, maybe???
DeleteYes indeed! Regretting, as many of us do, the stories we failed to record from our elders, I think we have a duty to pass on our own, and what we know of the forebears. I love the delightful reminiscences in your poem.
ReplyDeletethat's a good memory (on g-dad) - and a good memory, overall. ~
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