last of the line

[pencil pusher]

a faded monochrome
photograph
of four generations
clings to the present

I don’t recall much
of the occasion
cradled by a loving father
and admired by
granddad from one end
of the sofa
and great granddaddy
at the other

of the four
only I still live
and laugh and
love like
they all used to

we move forward
through time
one generation down
the line to a more
colourful picture and it’s
my turn as
doting father
cradling my son
with admiring ancestry
looking on

maybe one day
my son will look
at that photograph
and read these words
and think the same thoughts

and again we jump
another generation
another photo
but now there’s
only me and dad
remaining from the
the past
and the roles have changed
I’m the granddad
and my dad is great
my son is handsome
and my grandson
sublime

now we wait
for the next generation
dad is gone
and we are but three
and I can only
be patient
knowing that one day
it will be my turn
to be last of the line
when I too
will be great

[heinzs]

Greetings. I found this posted here:

http://wordsasunder.wordpress.com/2011/ ... -the-line/

Please verify that you are redroom10. Thanks! Enjoyed the reading.

[pencil pusher]

yep, that's me.. an experimental blog I've just started... really must try to keep up with it

[heinzs]

Thanks Andy. Glad to have you aboard! Love both your rhymed poetry and free verse.

[Jadynara]

this is a wonderfully written piece that i very much enjoyed reading. I have recently been looking through pictures of my grandmothers and have found so many like this. Brings back wonderful memories. Belatedly, welcome to the pages.

Jady