Tuesday, February 15, 2011

John H. Langley

Photo generously provided by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tale - 53

Blue Swim trunks
His towel caped
Running down the beach like superman
Entertaining my toddler self
Building sand castles and
Wave jumping
A snapshot reminder that he even exists
Yet for him, he knew me
Only I gather him.

A ball scrub off the thirteenth hole
Thousands of balls I cleaned
Right in his back yard
Pilfered salt shakers
Lined up like chess pieces
A laundry shoot
Wishing upon wishing
I could make the slide
Yet for him, he knew me
Only I discover him.

Driving permit days old
His cigar wafting its sweep
“Turn left!” He exclaims.
Timid I, “but grandpa it’s a one way street.”
“Oh malarkey,” he’d say, “It never used to be that way.”
“Turn left,” he insisted.
I couldn’t refuse
It wouldn’t matter anyway
Everyone knew him
Expected it from him
Last thing he gave me I still have
A tiny gold sand dollar charm
Laced with memories
Yet for him, he knew me
And I knew him.

Kristen Haskell
February 14, 2011


Ami Mattison said...

What a sweet poem! To be seen, to be known, to be loved is the greatest treasure. Glad our paths intersected today!

Margaret said...

What a joy to read three times. I hope this is a true memory. Very touching.

Kristen Haskell said...

Margaret it is a very true memory. I still have the little gold sand dollar charm.

Helen said...

'Oh Malarky!' Isn't that priceless? Your grandpa was a gem.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. what beautiful memories you carry of him...so nicely spun in verse...i like that he sent you down one way streets..

120 Socks said...

Wonderful memory, sounds like he will always be close by.

thingy said...

Oh, what a sweet,sweet tribute.

Lyn said...

Lucky to have such sweet memories..Old fashioned grandpas, in a class by themselves!!

Kathe W. said...

what a sweet tribute to your Grandpa both of mine passed away before I was born....lucky you to have these tender memories.
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Brigid said...

Loved this, I wish he was my grandpa too, he sounds like a great character.

rel said...

Your memories, well versed here, inspire me to be the grandfather I never knew.

Kristen Haskell said...


You will never know how much the smallest of efforts will mean to your grandchildren. They probably won't even know themselves until they are my age (44). I can count the number of times I spent with this grandfather on both my hands but each memory is worth more than a huge pot of gold!


Suz said...

I gathered him...wow
This was so delicious
you are one talented writer

Tumblewords: said...

Heartwarming poem - wonderful memories!

spacedlaw said...

What a lovely memory!

Chrissy said...

Grandpa's and their driving lessons...HA!

Love the magical walk down memory lane! What a terrific Grandpa what wonderful memories!

Such a gifted and heartfelt piece! Thank you!

Tess Kincaid said...

This is beautiful. WT asked me last night if I wanted to be a princess when I was a little girl. I told him, no, I wanted to be Superman.

Everyday Goddess said...

So beautiful Kristen! What a wonderful relationship you had, and great memories to make it real again. Blissings to you!

Jingle said...

talented and creative tale.

wow, you rock!

Kavita said...

AWw.. this was such a sweet read!! Grandparents are dolls...really!! And the memories they leave behind are a treasure!!!

Thanks for sharing yours here, Kristen...

Caty said...

love this...reminds me too of my grandpa, who I still get to enjoy for now. (and I don't take any moment with him for granted)!

Martin H. said...

Beautifully told and written with real affection.

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Donna B said...

This was beautiful and made me cry. My Dad has Alzheimer's and all of a sudden it brought back memories of a car ride with him a couple years ago...

Reflections said...

Beautifully written. Sweet yet so so sad. Powerfully done, pulls at the heartstrings.

~T~ said...

He sounds like quite a character. Lovely tribute!