As Good as a Grandfather
For a Girl Who Never Met Her Own
To the man who was
my surrogate grandfather,
.
I keep dreaming
of your house, the one
that replaced your trailer.
The one whose wooden beams
I saw go up, connect, then
be shrouded by white siding.
Just as it is now, you
are not there.
.
My dreams remember
the golden-wooded floors
of the living room and kitchen,
the multitude of cats
lazing on the wrap-around porch,
even your grandchildren
moving from room to room,
but not you in your house.
.
You have left it in my dreams. You,
with your blue coveralls, who taught
me the smell of woodshops: lacquer tart
and almost stinging in my nose. You,
who took a child-doodle of mine, a cat,
and cut it from wood though another
cat, wooden or real, wasn't needed. You,
who constructed the island and cabinets
still cherished in my family's kitchen.
.
I dream of your house
and I miss you.
.
With love from the girl
who still doesn't understand
how you've been gone
for eleven years.
About the Creator
Hannah E. Aaron
Hello! I'm mostly a writer of fiction and poetry that tend to involve nature, family, and the idea of growth at the moment. Otherwise, I'm a reader, crafter, and full-time procrastinator!
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Daahlink 'H' - Dreams never come true - if you don't "Dream" ~ Keep on Dreaming ~ Fondly, Jay