Grandpa
written by: Gerry S. Wojtowicz
Can you hear the wind blow?,
whirling, whining, wrapped in snow,
blinding, blistering, battering frosted glass,
tickling the flames of melting wax;
snapping the line that ran from the privy to the kitchen door,
it isn’t there any more.
Near where it was you can hear a cast bell ring,
signaling that Grandpa’s body won’t be found until spring.
Gerry S. Wojtowicz has the propensity to publish poetry that ponders the profound. His most recent publication was the poem “A Confluence of Titans” that appeared in the 2022 Southern Arizona Press anthology “The Stars and Moon in the Evening Sky.” He lives in his quiet corner of Connecticut with his lovely wife, Bonnie.
Latest posts by Gerry S. Wojtowicz (see all)
- Blinking at Mars - September 28, 2024
- The Lament - April 28, 2024
- When Winter Fails To Snow - January 18, 2024
