Better than Easter morn,
day of his funeral,
the church was filled.
Death Shocked our family.
Big, strong 6'6 man.
Bringing big nickels,
or purple grape dum-dums...
Never mentioned my lemon preference.
“I love you more!”
You told us girls.
While driving to your stops,
chain-smoking camel cigarettes,
carrying joy in blooms.
Grandpa was a florist.
Monday, January 14, 2008
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