Pop Pop

adult affection baby child

Pop-pop used to bounce
Me on old, stiff knee,
Cuddle with his beard,
Fly me screaming, “Whee!”
We hunted later,
When I turned ten.
Dead deer made me cry –
Secret’s safe with him.
He bailed me from jail
When I needed it.
I owed him favors,
Gave him a blank check.
When his health failed him,
There was no denial
He despised the thought
Of living in vain.
I helped him out back,
Handed him the gun.

***

This was written for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt #105denial. I can’t claim this is about my real life, since I have all 4 grandparents still living, but it is based on a tale from a friend whose grandfather committed suicide rather than try to save himself from late stage cancer.

Uh… happy mother’s day!

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13 thoughts on “Pop Pop

    • H.R.R. Gorman says:

      It is interesting. I think the balance between desire for life and dignity is one we’re all currently considering, and it’s something many will one day have to face in a very personal manner.

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