Grandpa fled his home

Soaked in hate and blood

He came and caught a married woman

He adopted her sons.

Homeland visions stained his head

Besides, it was a different time.

He beat those sons damn senseless

He would not let them leave.

By the time I cane to know him

And he paid me for my sloppy paints

He’d found himself ol’ Jesus Christ

Reformed himself right good.

At least that god had done for him

What it never could for me.

But though I remember that man fondly

My father remembers that other him

The him I’d never seen.

*written in the margins of From the Mind of Sandie Kae


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