Josette Marie Louise Lager
SEA OF GLASS
Grandpa Gus you sure were an onry’ ol’ cuss
with your Bull Durham pouch
and Prince Albert in a can
Let em’ out there he goes there he ran---------
You use to have this old whiskey glass
filled with coffee cream and a raw egg
every morn’ from the time you were born.
Look at those old overalls yer’ a wearin’
just a sitten there a cussin’ and a swearin’.
Fat or thin short or tall
Osh Kosh Begosh fits 'em all.
Mid morning Dementia;
It's bath time now
and Grandma Mamie’s a fightin’ ya
at the top of the stairs
she’s a winnin’ just a tuggin’
and a pullin’ and a grinnin’
One foot in and then another
and plop! down ya go
into a beautiful old white porcelain
inlaid cast iron tub with feet on em’
Did I forget to mention
we had real copper pipes?
Now with all of these memories
I seem to recall one in particular
the time you chased me down the alley
to the R.E.A. Building just for being in
Alvin’s apple tree and just like in a
B movie I fell and the chase was on.
I jumped up on what appeared
to be a gigantic spool of thread
actually it was copper coil wiring
wrapped around my spool.
I felt safe there I pretended I was
the incredible shrinking woman.
Grandpa is gone now
over the fence and over the wall
I too am leaving the world of small.
I miss you Grandpa Gus
you sure were an onry’ ol’ cus.
©Copyright 2005 by Josette Marie Louise Lager