It is a beautiful, cool, blustery day here in Maine. While we support the cast of the Out of Towners, I will post an old poem I had been looking for previously, thereby continuing my record of late-blobing.
The photo is Amina and Gertie on the couch.
Aaron's Poem
Throughout the Summer the questions came.
"Granddaddy is sick
and I am sad" said my son.
He then cried.
Who will feed the hummingbirds
at Granddaddy's house?" he asked.
Before I could answer his tears had started.
"What will happen to the Osprey
on Granddaddy's island?" he questioned
with great concern and sobs.
"Will the beaver come back
to Granddaddy's brook" he demanded.
What will happen to the fish then?
Will the tadpoles still be there?"
"When will Granddaddy leave the hospital
and go back home," he asked
in a quiet voice, no longer
quite daring to cry.
I was not able to answer,
afraid to say he may never go home.
Afraid the concerns of an almost
five year old boy would not allow him
to understand and forgive his beloved
Grandfather.
The next morning while still dark
as the long ride home began,
my son listened to the news
he did not want to know.
I was concerned how my son would react.
I could not take away his sadness
and hurt.
I could not take away his tears.
I could not take away my own.
At the end of the day
my son came to me and asked
where he could place a letter
so the wind would take it
to his Grandfather.
He missed him
and wanted to tell him
he loved him.
SP 1992
10 comments:
Well, that was quite the rollercoaster.
First, would that be the "Out of Towners" with Sandy Dennis and Jack Lemmon (if memory serves) or the Goldie Hawn/Steve Martin box office floppalooza? And wasn't the couple depicted as, as, well, a bit zany, dare I say, madcap?
Hunh. Whatchu got stayin' witchu, boy?
Second, woof. Terribly, painfully sad. Reality bites.
Saaaaay, you've got a movie theme going on here, don't you? What do I win for answering correctly? The new job behind door number two, the gazillion dollar cash award behind door number one or the all expenses paid vacation to India, Japan, Scotland, England, etc.?
Whassat? There's no prize? This ain't no game?
Life.
*sigh*
Nice poem, sir.
Thank you.
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cast of out of towners? more like cast of nutters lol
lovely poem...and hey, at least SOMEONE is blobbing even if it IS late.
hint, hint
That is the most beautiful moment I have ever seen... thank Gods for photographs.
Via Twaddle, Via Her holiness.
Just shell.
So you're the famous "Sharkie" Marmie's often mentioning!
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