Migrant Tales Literary: A father who is grand!

by , under Leo Honka

By Leo Honka

Memories turn to stone when men age inside hats

Taking them off for added warmth

past days somersaulting, turning themselves upside down

atop your unruly gray hair,

half-asleep – whispering how you’ve aged!


My grandfather (1892-1978) was an avid watercolor painter. This one above was one of his favorites.

Tossed and navigated through the years of your life

How many of those days did you cast overboard?

And now…grandfather, father grand,

with your painful, tired, crippled walk

can you feel those days splashing on you like heavy rain?