Nov. 3, 2011

His Love

by James Collins (author's profile)


His Love

Sitting on a porch
with a widdle in hand
animal-like head would appear
Then Grampa would spit a chew.

I'd run home
hurrying past the general store
as Grandpa would be waiting
to show me his finished widdle.

He hands me my birthday present
My first knife
and a wad of chew
Sweet memories of his years


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