FOR MY GRANDFATHERS

tHIS IS ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ABOUT MY TWO GRANDFATHERS.

For My Grandfathers

Broken bits of stained glass windows,
Fractured hymns rise to crescendos

Empty swings that fly through the air
I was afraid to climb the dark stair
but I loved your snow white hair.

Sinewy blue smoke from your cigarette
clouds your eyes that match the ash.

A pair of tattered overalls,
saw many years of splendid Falls.

Gray stones left and gray stones right,
Blossoms red and blossoms white.

I hear your whispers in the night.