Gramps
& the Kid
Ghosts!
Goblins! Wild Ghouls run rampant Halloween night
Escort-Gramps
leads little-Jimmy through a perilous fright
To
innocent eyes yellow full moon highlights skeleton trees
A
young girl’s forlorn scream causes hot, red blood to freeze
Hand-in-hand
secure against evil demons the pair advance
Dare
step upon yon porch to beg a charity-candy chance?
With
trepidation-fear creaks wide the door cavernous dark-black
A
wrinkled witchlike bony hand deposits goodies in his held sack
A
shy-smile parts his lips, “Gee! That wasn’t just too bad!”
Eager,
now, to advance, catch up with other lasses and lads
Braver
still with each passing “Trick or treat!” easy-conquest
His
“Sweetness-bag” filling fast, “Wow! This is the very best!”
“Why
did I fear the night? Must have entertained ‘Insane!’”
Nothing
at all to scare; old Gramps carries his stout cane
And,
really! Those evil spirit-demon-wraiths myriad abound
Just
kiddos masquerading-fun for sweet-candy treats around
Uh,
oh! Fanged-Dracula slurped blood from monster Frankenstein
Thought
I saw a wicked witch broom-ride tease a wolf-man kind
Just
when it all seemed going good mean clouds shrouded yon bright moon
Now,
candy-treats taste not so sweet! Was that noise made by an evil goon?
Settle
down! It’s all just some silly game! I hope! I pray!
Something
grabbed my pants leg! “Devil! Let go!” I say
I
truly want to run and flee but my lazy legs refuse to cooperate
“Please!
Dear God! Forgive all my sins! Surely I’m not too late?”
Embarrassed
that my partner seems fine, collected, calm, quite cool
If
I stop shaking, perhaps, he’ll not think me be such a chicken-fool
Always
ever-patient, loving, he looks at me; my champion of all champs
“It’s
alright! Nothing to fear! Don’t be afraid! I will protect you, Gramps!”
Plus:
Day 318
Bapa & Golf
Outings---Z. Tyler skipping
school &
riding in the cart
Yeah!
I took grandson Z. Tyler out of school to go play golf with me---many times.
And,
he did ride in the cart---until we were out-of-sight of the clubhouse…then, he
drove.
I
confess my habitual transgression: I cheated
on the golf score card---so Z. would…Win!
After
he turned 12---I reformed and cheated no more…I could not beat him on the
links.
The
boy has always lived a “charmed” life; good at everything he ever tried. Gifted!
I
taught him to drive my Ranger pick-up when he was 12, too. Exceptionally Talented!
“Santa”
brought him a .22 rifle with a scope when he was 12; Wow! That was a busy year.
For
16 years, Z. Tyler was my Shadow-buddy;
I wouldn’t have had it any other way!
We
sure enough had us some great adventures over the times. Thank you! I love you!
And,
next October 18, Z. Tyler will wed Miss Jennifer Jung! Wow! Congratulations!
Did
I really teach him everything he knows?---Hmm!...Nah! I fully doubt that!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Z. Tyler! I love you!
Son!” Memories!
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