Grandfather Poem

Regret And Sorrow At Never Having Met Grandparent

This poem is about a relative who was killed in a horrible industrial accident in the steelyards of Cleveland, Ohio in the 1930's. As I look at the tattered and faded family photo, I can only wonder what it might have been like to know him. This is a true story. Please read to the end. Thank you for reading my poems.

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His Name Was Valentine

Published by Family Friend Poems September 18, 2024 with permission of the Author.

Your image faded through the years
I trace each line and furrow
Among your family there you stand
Unaware of tomorrow, tomorrow.

For your days are short and soon to end
Though youth is on your side,
The dragon's heat from steelyards
Will life and death divide.

I've seen this photo in the past
But paid it no attention.
I find it strange that nothing was said
And how little they failed to mention

Exactly who this man had been
So handsome and so strong;
A husband and a father of seven
And one more infant, long gone.

But now I am a grandmother
And with curiosity that grew
I wish I had asked more questions
About this man I never knew.

They did say you were a kind man
Your name was Valentine.
I am so sorry we never met
Dearest Grandfather of mine.

ABOUT THE POET:

First and foremost, Susan has no degree in writing. You might have noticed her poems are rather simple and silly or not written in the correct format. She just enjoys writing. Susan is a retired female firefighter and paramedic. Her most important job is revealed at the end of her poem "My ordinary Life." She has created 150...

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