Grandpa’s Congregation
Our paradise was never erotic,
it was chocolate.
That’s what happens when your grandpa’s
a dentist – the cookie jar’s empty
We were witness to all his changes –
dentists don’t like to be dentists.
He liked the brief conversation though,
can’t speak with hands filling your mouth.
Endless cavities, root canals, pulling
threads between teeth, rare joys.
Grandpa was a bible bard; converting
people from sugar to God.
And he died in God’s good grace, filling
up more heads with God than silver.
Notes:
1) Poetic Form: American (Haiku) Sentences (17 syllable sentences)
2) Day 2 napowrimo 2016: “Family”
3) Sunday Whirl #245 words: brief, endless, erotic, witness, grace, claim,
feed, speak, root, threads, empty, rare
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