Teach Me How To Tie (2016) Poem by M.W. Styner

Grandpa wakes the heavens with morning prayer and warms angels' hearts.
Whistles sweet hymns with birds,
while the clouds spread apart.
With grandma hot butternut pancakes ready for me to began a bright start.
Suddenly, from afar I hear, ' Milton, Milton.'
I quickly take off before the last star falls from the sky.
'Come here, come here let me teach you how to tie.'
'You go like this and you tie like that.'
Hand on my head my mind fell asleep like a bat.
When he was done he gave me two silver coins to send me on my way.
With a big smile and my chest out I smoothly walked away.
When my siblings were around they talk 'til it was boring.
Then grandpa sat down and told war stories.
If we disagreed, he never picked sides.
With his love,
he made everything alright.
Grandpa never joke around when it was time to keep things nice and neat.
'No trash in his grass.'
Oh how we shivered when grandpa crept down the street.
All is well we dance to jazz.
Suddenly from afar I hear, ' Milton, Milton.'
I ran. I ran. I ran.
Flash and Dash.
'Come here, come here let me teach you how to tie.'
'You go like this and you tie like that.'
Hand on my head.
My mind fell asleep like a bat.Wondering why he tie just like that.
When he was done he gave me two silver coins to send me on my way.
With a big smile and my chest out I smoothly walked away.
Now, I am older clear to understand.
You were only teaching me how to be a man.
' You go like this and you tie like that.'
Thank you grandpa for teaching me how to tie like that.
By: M. W. Styner, Jr