November 22, 2010

Grandfather's Legacy


My Grandfather
 lived on a dream
Through that dream,
he lived for ages.

My Grandfather died,
while waiting and waiting!

For that day,
which achieving his dream
which he finely will receive
God's rospons.

He died and his dream
of riding the old mule
to pass the deserts
and cross the plains
and plateaus
and trees.

Then have to rest
Under the shades of the trees
And at each river
He drinks water and eats
a dry bread with dates.

My grandfather died, without
having achieved his dream

He left me his dream
of riding the old mule
to pass the deserts
and cross the plains
and plateaus
and trees.

What a legacy!

Shared for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.
© 2010

10 comments:

  1. sweet tribe,
    you remind me of my own grandfather.
    sorry that he died of waiting with dreams fulfilling.

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  2. Thank you so much <3, I sorry too that he died.

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  3. Passing on dreams as a legacy - loved your poem.

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  4. Right on - ponder my grandfather today as well. Enjoyed your poem.

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  5. enjoyed your poem.. great finishing line!

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  6. that was a wonderful though provoking piece...it brought back in me my dreams of when my own grandfather passed on and what i wanted to continue for him...sadly i failed..

    Thanks for sharing with One Shot

    Cheers

    Pete

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  7. What struck me in particular was the emphasize placed on waiting for dreams to materialize. Great depth and speaks to the connections between generations. Great One Shot!

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  8. Take the bus - it'll be faster! (LOL!)

    Nice One Shot!

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  9. Dear S Sharp

    A great tribute... I enjoyed the style...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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