Broken Wheels. By Brian Humeniuk alias Granda

[Granda]

A leisurely stroll in the park with the boy
is a gift beyond measure.
Horses cant. Dogs frolic.
Birds twit and screech from bush to tree.

The handy connection tween old father and son
is all that roots us to the well-trodden ground.
With glazed and bright eyes
we see all that is wonder.

In his mind, the old father hears the merry-go-round sounds
of far away rides.
Gaily painted horses mounted on gold posts,
that gleam and grin.

He smiles down at the boy,
remembering another hand holding his,
whilst another hand
with a leather belt curls around an angry fist.

And he caresses the upturned face of his grandson,
knowing that wheels within wheels
can be broken.
Happy are they, as they walk.


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[Tim J Brennan]

...first grandchild coming, Brian alias Granda.  I can wait b/c I have to but I am looking forward to this immensely.

Thanks for this post. Timely, for me personally. 

[Granda]

Isaac's already here Tim. But this was just me thinking of our future forays into the park. While remembering past trips with other people. I'm sure that when he starts walking, we won't be spending much time indoors. 

[Colm Roe]

Nice poem Bri. Not fond of lines 3 & 4 though.
I think it could do with some pruning, but love the 'leather belt' line.
And congratulations Grandpa 

[Granda]

Thanks Colm. Isn't it amazing what comes to mind when circumstance changes things?

[Deb]

Hi Bri,

First off, CONGRATULATIONS to both grandfathers, Brian and Tim.


Second, I enjoyed this poem. It was moving. 
The first stanza tripped me up with L3 but the overall sentiment is lovely and touching. 

Enjoy those walks - savor every second.

~Deb

[Granda]

Was it the 'cant'? I used it deliberately. It Is a word.

[Tim J Brennan]

Isaac's already here Tim. But this was just me thinking of our future forays into the park. While remembering past trips with other people. I'm sure that when he starts walking, we won't be spending much time indoors. 

....invited to a revealing gathering on Saturday.  When my son was born, we just plain told people  ;)

[Granda]

Scratching my head as well mate. Leaves me puzzled.

[Marc Gilbert]

Lovely poem. Just a pleasant read all the way around. Knowing what inspired it is icing on the cake. Congratulations, Gramps!