Elegy For My Grandfather

This is how I will remember you:

Sweaters in summer

and a rocking chair

held together

by packing tape,

leather skin freckled

from 90 years

of thimble island summers

and Florida Key winters.

My favorite definition of you-

snow white hair

bringing out the blue

in your eyes

that held a picture of home

within them.

I think that’s why I love the ocean so much-

because I could always see it in your eyes.

 

And now I see your eyes in the ocean.

After all that’s where you are now, scattered in tiny grey specks

made out of the first time

I saw my father cry.

Salt, tears, and ashes.

The ocean and my blood become one.

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