This is an old old poem that went nowhere,but I brushed it off
and put it forth...for One shot Wednesday #19
Ache
I saw an old man today
and the child inside me leaped
he looked like a ghost of grandfather
I wanted to run up and hug him
hoped he would smell of soap
and his hands would be strong
and rough in mine
and it would be him
and I would cry
So I trembled
one foot in front of the other
But it wasn't him
and the man turned up his collar
disappeared into the darkness of the subway
and I lost my grandfather again
Thanks for brushing it up and posting for us...A poem not to be missed...
ReplyDeletecertainity of the uncertainity
It's really hard to get that punch of hope & then, no, after all. All these little deaths (no not THAT little death) for the same person. It happens to me in dreams mostly.
ReplyDeleteSo touching.
ReplyDeleteThat is so beautiful! Bless you :O)
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Sad but very well done.
ReplyDeleteoh man...yeah...seeing those long gone only to find its not them...heavy...
ReplyDeleteThanks for this poem. I've had similar experiences. Very well expressed.
ReplyDeletewow - this was strong write..left me speachless..and i could feel the hope and the pain
ReplyDeleteI prefer to think that you found your grandfather again.
ReplyDeleteNice One Shot, Suz!
Solid lead-up, devastating finish.
ReplyDeleteThat's very well done. You pull us in to an innocuous mistake, and slam us with the loss remembered.
ReplyDeleteOh Suz....i love this....and have felt that ache! Glad you brought it to life and shared it with us.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem reminding that the mind can be led to perceive based upon heart.
ReplyDeleteWonderful how memories can be sparked by every day reminders, but then slip away with a flash of time.
ReplyDeleteI seem to be having trouble blogging every day and visiting all my friends. Still, I did want to come and say hello. Happy end of fall, my friend.
ReplyDeletemy bottom lip is quivering.... how many can relate!
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