This piece was written in remembrance of my granfather after a prompt of “fire” for a spoken word event.
My granfather passed many years ago, but his love has lived on.
Like many of his generation he lived trought two world wars and the spanish flu pandemic.
the prompt from #wordatthewharf made me remember sitting fire with him as a child.
This piece pays witness to the memory and joy of family.
This as local as it gets, local to my heart
stay safe please people.
The flamez dance in my minds eye
Warming the memories living there
sulpherous vapours come from burning coal
Highlighting the love spreading out from grandparets
The warmth taking
Away mornings chill
Flames licking the breads crust
Toasting on long forks
Held by grandfathers hand
His tobacco adding to
The flames dancing accross coals
Will always take me
To grandfathers fireside
MAY YOUR TALES TEACH US FOREVER
SPREADING LOVE NOT WAR