In Mourning, In Memorium - Ted Pierce

for my grandfather...

Wake up

Coach

You are alive in my blood

and will live in Infamy in my veins

and memories

'Here's a dollar, you are a fine American'

You'd say sprinkling bills all over

my son, Pierce, keep it in the family

Respect the elders and then us younguns'

come take the reins

What was your age when you fell into

the deepest sleep of all, 94 I think

well in that case there is definitely

some longevity in these here jeans

my DNA is scremaing for you and my

soul is once again sick

Your mind was quick as a leopard

'til those final moments in

Marshall Manor and John Marshall's

house was part of our ride out in

the beautiful Northern Virginie' woods

Who is afraid of Virginia Wolves anyway?

 

It seems to me that I would like to

crawl down in that grave with you and

Grandma-

she dead, when I was 3

run over by an alcoholic

we think

or perhaps he looked away for a moment and

accidentally took away your favorite lover,

your wife, the mother of eight brilliant minds

and we are funny as s**t too.

 

I remember the smell of Ellison Street which is

up for sale now, as you can not go home

at least you are buried nearby

you and Grandma Beth Hughes

can visit that place together now

reminisce about all the love you made.

 

Jesus Christ guys 8 children-

you had no self-control whatsoever because

I remember what you said

you big Teddy Bear Head

You said to her...'Wowee baby-You Rock My World!'

 

Are you munching dandelions

under there like

in Ironweed

are you laughing at the stupid mistakes we've made?

 

Are you watching over us all

proud to see your pride gallavanting

about this rat race of a world-

as far as I am concerned this family

gets a perfect 10

at Wimbledon as you dreamed

and your Bronze Star

the LEGACY you passed to me

will live on forever and infiinity

the Pierce clan is a great damn family.

 

Dinty Moore cans on the stove with the

stench of electric gas

and a pet racoon for the boys

an old laundry chute

I am crushed to see this home go yet

perhaps it is time

as the generations of young bloods have

grown up and we continue to create

love from tragedy.

 

I miss you and ponder these pictures

and look forward to seeing you up there in

the clouds again some day but not today

I am still your little baby girl

thinking I can not stand

to see my father cry.

 

I had better dry all our eyes

as I will look after him too-as is the

will of God above, at least it appears

to be the way things out to happen.

 

Rest now my sweet papa bear and thanks for the porridge.

 

I love you always and forever,

What dreams may come?

7.29.04

 

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

It is nice to see you bear witness to a mans contribution to your life I too know that feeling It is what we all wish for immortality

[Michael]

A wonderful tribute to a man, his family and the world as a whole. I take heart knowing that such people inspire the generations that follow. Makes me know that no matter who messed up the world may be, we still have hope. Thank you for writing such a wonderful work.

[Bear]

a fine tribute to "Papa Bear"!! The emotions are evident, the love reads through TRUE!
Thanks for sharing your love with the Cafe!
Sallie Bear