he’s reading me like Braille
each curve is another word, and i was begging to be learned
if knowledge is power then I want to make you the most powerful man in the world
you can learn my body like an instrument
take me in like I’m a stimulant
you’ve already struck a chord

Well, who am I?
Meant to be your mentor or your muse?

I feel it.... its there.
I can feel it when I stare....

When I stare I care.
I care so much....

I just want a touch.
Within your clutch.

Can you share you...
The experiences that shaped you....

I can go so long with out talking to you,
or seeing you,
but not thinking of you.

I hope some day, I wont have to fall asleep
so deep,
in my dreams,
because it seems....
that's the only instant...
your not distant.

He went on and on about his childhood
About how he walked miles to school barefoot in snow
Oh how we chuckled to his many stories
Grandpa spoke about where he and grandma first met
He rambled about life
And how the news was so important to watch
How saving money was mandatory
And material things wasn’t
I remember the smell of his homemade biscuits
baking in the morning
Long before the rooster crowed
He attended his garden faithfully as if resting was a sin
Grandpa’s words were heard miles away
Even if he spoke in silence
As a child he didn’t have presents for Christmas
So he explained that we should be thankful
Even if nothing was wrapped with a bow and given as a gift
I remember as he sat in his recliner
And his gray hair shimmered under the lights
And how all of us kids would laugh when he and grandma argued
This year will be different
Now it’s our time to reminiscence about him
He has decided to finally rest
Because Grandpa won’t be here this Christmas
                                                              
                                           -LaToya Martin