Ode to my Grandfather

He drank his coffee

With no cream

And drove his tractor like

Alive.

His wife planted flowers

For she was an environmentalist,

Before it was popular.

He’d wanted a good wife

In a little house

With two little girls (or boys)

For he was a progressive

(Before he knew what that was)

And didn’t much care about passing down

His name.

Why do you go

Why do you go

Why do you plant flowers upon

Your mother’s grave?

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