Family Friction

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Two of a kind,

One that used to be,

And one that is now.

Time in a flip,

The old are young,

And the young are mature.


Then, darkness falls.

A deep depression and

A bit of dementia.


I tried to barricade

Myself in a room

In your house,

But it was your room,

Your house.


I had become an outsider.

We had grown apart.

The jolly trickster that

Was my grandfather

Had become an unhappy

Old man.

And I had hit a wall,

Fallen into a deep pit.


We butted heads

Until we made it home.

To the end, you were true.

And I would not appreciate

Your love and loyalty

For many years, long

Past your time to die.


As I sat in the car,

Listening to the 21-gun

Salute, I remembered

The stories you used to

Tell me about the war.


And I realized that time

Had taken its toll on a

Wonderful man, a man

That provided for a wife

And family and then

For another generation of

Five grandsons, all of whom

Adored you.


I know that despite

Our differences, you look

Down on me from

Heaven…and smile.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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