Grandfather


Wildflowers, Kugluktuk, Nunavut (2008).

Image via Wikipedia

Grandfather

He strides like a giant,
Ascends earth’s round cheek.
The child at his side runs to keep up,
scuffs the toe of pink sneakers.

Sweeping up the bundle,
he heaves her on sturdy shoulders,
like God would.
Canyons yawn before them.

Fields of wildflowers,
splattered with color,
sway at their passage,
bow in homage.

When they reach the apex,
grandfather lowers the girl
who gathers buds and
puts them in a Mason jar

half-filled with water.
She clasps tiny hands around
the grooved rim,
walks back down on her own.

A warped screen-door slams behind them.
The cool dark room envelopes the pair as
she slips the gift into her mother’s
chapped hands.

Advertisements

27 thoughts on “Grandfather

  1. […] During the subsequent years, we lived with my maternal grandparents and it was easy to call my grandfather Daddy as soon as I decided it was okay to talk. The man was a wonder, a civil engineer for the Los Angeles Flood Control, quiet, brilliant and loving. He sang baritone, and I remember sitting on his shoulders at Christmas Midnight Mass while he sang “Oh, Holy Night” to the accompaniment of my concert-pianist/organist grandmother. Come to think of it, I wrote of him, years ago, as well, here. […]

    Like

  2. […] During the subsequent years, we lived with my maternal grandparents and it was easy to call my grandfather Daddy as soon as I decided it was okay to talk. The man was a wonder, a civil engineer for the Los Angeles Flood Control, quiet, brilliant and loving. He sang baritone, and I remember sitting on his shoulders at Christmas Midnight Mass while he sang “Oh, Holy Night” to the accompaniment of my concert-pianist/organist grandmother. Come to think of it, I wrote of him, years ago, as well, here. […]

    Like

  3. […] During the subsequent years, we lived with my maternal grandparents and it was easy to call my grandfather Daddy as soon as I decided it was okay to talk. The man was a wonder, a civil engineer for the Los Angeles Flood Control, quiet, brilliant and loving. He sang baritone, and I remember sitting on his shoulders at Christmas Midnight Mass while he sang “Oh, Holy Night” to the accompaniment of my concert-pianist/organist grandmother. Come to think of it, I wrote of him, years ago, as well, here. […]

    Like

  4. caridwen says:

    I love the “like God would” aspect of his arms scooping her up – that’s such a child’s view of the thing, and so tender. :o) Here’s mine this week: http://caridwen.wordpress.com/2011/12/09/drafting-personal-census/

    Like

  5. Zoe says:

    Oh this is so lovely. What a tender expression of the giants in our lives as children. You tell us so much about your grandfather so subtly.

    Like

  6. Natalie says:

    lovely, I enjoy my grandparents company as well.

    🙂

    Like

  7. Jim Swindle says:

    It’s a good, strong poem.

    Like

  8. zongrik says:

    i love the images here. i can feel both sides of this, the child or the grandparent.

    Like

  9. This gets a WOW from me, Victoria! It is beautiful and so vivid, I felt as if I were watching a movie instead of reading a poem. An absolutely stunning piece!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/mostly-about-the-past/

    Like

  10. terri0729 says:

    So sweet and touching, loved it Victoria!! Blessings, Terri

    Like

  11. awww a sweet day with grandpa, so much love in that one piece! nice work!
    enjoy the gooseberry day!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/07/of-me/

    Like

  12. Heaven says:

    I like that you reposted this.. sweet memories of our grandparents I can relate to as well ~

    Like

  13. Morning says:

    very sweet memories,
    Victoria,

    Thanks a lot for sharing.

    Like

  14. trisha says:

    what a poem. just loved it victoria. the beautiful bonding of two.

    Like

  15. Bodhirose says:

    What a lovely time with grandfather–I think they all seemed like giants when we were little… Very sweet.

    Like

  16. Mike Patrick says:

    Lovely, Victoria. I hope to write on this prompt Monday when one of my grandsons is coming over. I’m fortunate, all my grandchildren love to write.

    Like

  17. Claudia says:

    this is so beautiful victoria..wonder if it was you with your grandfather…a precious memory..

    Like

  18. Jamie Dedes says:

    What a lovely scene. Thank you! A fine, fine poem, Victoria.

    Like

  19. ALIVE aLwaYs says:

    It is indeed lovely, beautiful depiction of a day’s joy.

    Like

  20. lori says:

    I still remember that feeling of being swept up onto my father’s shoulders. It was the best. Lovely piece 🙂

    Like

  21. souldipper says:

    I sank right into this loving scene, Victoria. It is full of life and wonder.

    Like

  22. jgavinallan says:

    Oh Thank you…for writing this lovely piece. After reading my own—downer themes..I loved and needed this.

    love it
    Jaye

    Like

  23. Anna says:

    This is a lovely, you’ve captured these moments so well. I love “he heaves her on sturdy shoulders, like God would.” Gorgeous; thank you, enjoyed this!

    Like

  24. brian says:

    this is a beautiul piece victoria…the tenderness and awe between the grandfather and child and the desire to pick some flowers for mom…ah…

    Like

  25. A slice of life from the middle of the best chocolate cake. Great poem, Victoria. I enjoyed it. Blessings to you…

    Like

  26. Tino says:

    What a beautiful piece, one I can relate to extremely well.

    Like

Your comment and feedback are important to me. Thank you.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s