Grandaddy

An old grey or was it green Cadillac?
Autumn leaves falling down his back

Soft leather slippers
And a heather grey robe
Sweetish smelling cigars
And rotary phones

Hot dogs and bananas
My favorite foods
Sitting on the lap
Of my favorite stooge

Skin the color of midnight
Personality like fire
Heart as warm as the sun
His laughter a live wire

His image
Though vague in my mind
Is bold in my soul
Where memories are impressions
That never grow old

 

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