What is an Irish Grandpa?
Someone who can sit by the organ and play-
All
Night
Long.
Someone whose ears curl when he thinks he is being talked about.
Someone with curly grey hair and an Irish brogue.
Someone who could drink ale by the barrel
And whose favorite song is Danny Boy
Someone who always sits at the same spot by the table in the kitchen
Someone who doesn’t seem to care only for himself
And yet when I pass by the old house with my Dad,
It feels empty, it feels like there is something missing in my life
Is there some secret that haunts the green grass that my Dad used to cut with an old motorless lawn mower?
The last time I was alone there was after Easter when I was younger, and I found
An unturned plastic egg filled with candy from the egg hunt.
The park was just blocks away, where I almost fell to my death from a concussion
When my grandpa was sitting at the table with others from my family
And I was alone with my uncle and my sister
And all the while my grandpa’s ears were curled
Because he could sense something was going on