my memory's screen door opens to the stars;
there's my Grandfather in the yard
gazing up at the constellations
'That's Telstar, going over us still, '
he whispers softly
his face in the moonlight lined;
no Hamlet's ghost is he
though he whistled when he was worried.
He's not worried now
tending the ghosts of the marigolds
and I am light years from then
though I wish it weren't so.
I wish I could go and turn in my silver flats
in my 12 year old party dress of blue taffeta
(that used to be my cousin Rosalie's)
and sing him the alphabet or a thousand other things
made of mystery and the beautiful, the blue back speller
but I'm too old for that now or else
he's too young.
younger than I am now
but still in the pea green jacket with the fedora
trousers from the 1940s.
tall as any tree
still in love with the Space program
the baseball scores of the Arkansas Travelers.
and shining my shoes for school,
the penny loafers later on, in this nostalgic dream: to a farethewell,
bright as copper stars.
mary angela douglas 21 october 2020
Lined! ! ! ! With the muse of the moonlight! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
So nicely executed. It is a great tribute to your grandfather. Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the member poem of the poem of the day.
A beautiful, moving tribute to the poet's grandfather, with many lovely lyrical lines.... well-chosen poem of the day...
Mary, " Empyrean Elegance" - A wonderful poem! to My Poem List - 5 stars! !
you are my best
This amazing Member Poem Of The Day revisited and reread, makes the poem lovelier than ever before! And More
" there's my Grandfather in the yard gazing up at the constellations 'That's Telstar, going over us still, ' he whispers softly" I enjoy magic moments captured like honeybees in a jar. QtR
but I'm too old for that now or else he's too young. younger than I am now but still in the pea green jacket with the fedora trousers from the 1940s./// every memory is every green, too young; memory never get growing old, it's always liveliness as like the dream; here the poet excellently delineated the memory of her grandfather; beautiful poem penned; I enjoyed; congrats for being selected this poem as POD.........5***** from me
I really like this. My grandfather meant a lot to me, as yours obviously did to you. Congrats on the selection as member poem of the day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Its a beautiful farewell poem. Full of emotion and truth