au revoir

aging clocks whisper me
into delirium,
i cry for my grandma
but my grandma has died.
i have her song tattooed
on my arm,
i sing it deep from my
ribs,
hoping she'll hear
and brag to the saints
that those pompous angel choirs
can't croon like her old boy.
i keep my eyes desert dry
and knuckle up tough,
just like my daddy,
as i tell my youth
that me and God
aren't ready
to dust these bones
just yet.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I like the fact that you still maintain a little bit of the boy, hidden beneath the rough and tough exterior of a world-hardened man. It lends duality to the poem, while revealing the softer side of grandma's rearing.

Linda Marie

[Bexfinch]

It was inspiring !sounds like somthing that should be sung

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I think this is a good poem. Everyone goes through tough times. I really think it is sad for everyone when they have hardships. You have to hold your head high and be very head strong. Thanks for sharing.

[Dakota]

You sound like every man I've ever known. Rough and tough outside but the soul of a poet. A lovely and fitting farewell. Nicely done!

[Jessica]

Mmmm.

i have her song tattooed
on my arm,
i sing it deep from my
ribs,
hoping she'll hear
and brag to the saints
that those pompous angel choirs
can't croon like her old boy.

These are my favorite lines. You have a good talent here, and you use it well. Another great write :)

[Legion]

A farewell worthy of a farewell. I love it (just recently losing my grandmother it really hit home). Brilliant.