EPISODE · Mar 20, 2022 · 4 MIN
Grandpa's Tears
from #AncientTexan · host #AncientTexan
Grandpa’s Tears Such a surreal moment The blood has dried The smell of gunpowder gone But his soul lingers in the air And still, we wait for his voice Calling out Elijah, I’m home. I'm the ancient grandpa Only able to listen, not much more My own life and my limitations Brought in clear focus. No way to take away my daughter’s pain Or to fill the empty bottle his father left On the nightstand next to his crib. No way to tell the story And change the ending After the click of the chamber Before the blast goes viral And the new reality Takes the oxygen from the room. Tomorrow and the day after And the day after that The sun will rise and fall And Elijah’s dad will not return And take his midnight shift Of changing diapers and feeding formula And wiping burps from his own shoulders Neth baby’s mouth. How much did the Medicaid blunder The one that cut off his Lexapro Shift the balance of control As he withdrew one week on How much rests because he saw no future Without the baby’s mom not wanting to be his wife And mate forevermore Just parents together sharing the load Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more, Is all he heard. Not the traditional family He never had. Was being sober ten months to the day Not enough to hold the prize The prize of a family sitting around the table Each loving and caring As they told the tales of the day? How much did the $4k lien Against an empty bank account And bank overdraft fees piling up Piling up the hopelessness Put weight on the trigger As his two friends and baby’s mother Sitting in the other room Discussing the mess he had made Not seal the deal? Did the world not see That he got one thing right When every night He held his son Until sleep came and he lay him down? Did they not see him waiting there Beside the crib at morning's light As the sunbeams fell On the carpet now red? Grandpa Roe March 2022.
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Grandpa’s Tears Such a surreal moment The blood has dried The smell of gunpowder gone But his soul lingers in the air And still, we wait for his voice Calling out Elijah, I’m home. I'm the ancient grandpa Only able to listen, not much more My own life and my limitations Brought in clear focus. No way to take away my daughter’s pain Or to fill the empty bottle his father left On the nightstand next to his crib. No way to tell the story And change the ending After the click of the chamber Before the blast goes viral And the new reality Takes the oxygen from the room. Tomorrow and the day after And the day after that The sun will rise and fall And Elijah’s dad will not return And take his midnight shift Of changing diapers and feeding formula And wiping burps from his own shoulders Neth baby’s mouth. How much did the Medicaid blunder The one that cut off his Lexapro Shift the balance of control As he withdrew one week on How much rests because he saw no future Without the baby’s mom not wanting to be his wife And mate forevermore Just parents together sharing the load Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more, Is all he heard. Not the traditional family He never had. Was being sober ten months to the day Not enough to hold the prize The prize of a family sitting around the table Each loving and caring As they told the tales of the day? How much did the $4k lien Against an empty bank account And bank overdraft fees piling up Piling up the hopelessness Put weight on the trigger As his two friends and baby’s mother Sitting in the other room Discussing the mess he had made Not seal the deal? Did the world not see That he got one thing right When every night He held his son Until sleep came and he lay him down? Did they not see him waiting there Beside the crib at morning's light As the sunbeams fell On the carpet now red? Grandpa Roe March 2022.
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