GRANDFATHER

This is the first of my new series where I change my style of writing from long detailed pros & metaphor to short direct metaphor. This is actually one of my favourite works because I was able to transition from joy to sadness seamlessly, I hope it catches the readers off-guard.   

Grandfather is an ode to the man himself, someone who I heard so many flowery stories about. To begin with I highlighted on everyone's description of his very loud laugh "laughter loud" that was so distinct. The word "lion" is used to describe two facts about him, first he had very light brown eyes ('very piercing his stare was') which probably intimidated a few and second his loud laugh like the reverberating "roar of a lion across the grasslands."

I once heard that during his child's recital he laughed so loud that it echoed through out the theatre and his "presence" was screamingly noticeable like a "sweet smelling perfume/cologne" as it "lingers" after the somebody passes by you. My grandfather was also known to have an extremely golden "heart"  his kindness spread to his family & his tribe people, paying tuition fees for relatives kids, buying all his grand-children "chocolate" whenever he travelled. 

His heart is one that "I will never know" because he died "your time saw it's deadline" years before I was conceived "as mine begun it's timeline".  I used to be filled with pain because I never met him, for a long time it felt like "abuse" hearing all these amazing things and not being able to put a face to the man "for I never met you." I don't feel as bad I used to but melancholy rings through my mind as I view pictures of him wondering how different my life wold have been if he were still alive. 

Grandfather

Your laughter loud like the roar of the lion across the grasslands,

Presence audible to all the sweet scent of a lingering perfume ... hmmm,

Chocolate heart sweeter than any I ever knew,

For your time saw its deadline as mine begun its timeline,

Sigh,

I cry,

Your absence is abuse

I feel so blue

For I never met you.

-x m