We'd wake up early to drink hot, black coffee in the summer heat -
because you believe the heat of the coffee will help keep us cool as we...
walk to the garden,
pull up carrots whole out of the earth
and pick and eat concord grapes -
until we can't eat anymore and then go
sit on the front porch, in those aluminum bouncy chairs,
re-painted and re-painted in
I'd look, unapologetic, at your silver, course, curls
and stare into your beautifully tan handsome face -
and will my straight, dark hair silver
and my skin golden brown -
longing to embody
I'd open my ears to catch each syllable and note
of your Welsh tenor voice
and turn up the volume
to record into my memory:
"How Great Thou Art",
thrilling stories of wild bears
and worlds no one had ever seen.
Somehow your voice, your song, and your imagination
- would always bring me back to life.
I'd open my mouth wide,
to breathe in all the oxygen of you that I could
to exhale my joy and love for you,
in a rollicking laugh
- a twinning sound
that we share,
to this day.
You see me, know me and love me.
We share part of the same soul or mind
- or something, I still don't have words to explain.
Ceremoniously, as night draws near,
you reach out
and gently place into
the palms of my
"Till next time."
..."Till the next time."
Poem written in honor of "Grandpap" John Dunn
Copyright August 2020 Tara L. Eastman