my grandfather
i smelled my grandfather
this morning in the
sweat soaked gloves
i use on the dumbbells
i remember him as sad
because the love of his live
died young, in childbirth
i wish he could have
found some happiness
to share with me
but i guess some wounds
just won’t heal…
still i was just a kid
but today is a gift to me
and as long as i draw breath
i’m going to live live live
My Grandfather poem copyright Andy Derryberry