I’ve written many stories and poems about my grandpa, “Bunk” Stringer (we called him Pa), and I’ll surely write many more. The following poem is based on a story I wrote about him several years ago.
I Stood In the Doorway
He was the greatest storyteller of all time
At least, that’s my opinion
He once told me
The Texas panhandle is the only place
A man can stand knee-deep in mud
While sand blows in his face
Surely not an original, but
His grin and delivery
Made it his own
And, so it hurt
That last time I saw him
A stroke having left him speechless
I saw in filmy eyes
The pain of silence
But I saw too
The joy in them when I walked in
And stood beside his bed
I sat with him and told him stories
Most of them the same ones
He’d told me
He smiled and mumbled laughter
As tears I hoped were of joy
Trickled down his cheeks
And then he slept
When it was time to go
I stood in the doorway to his room
Holding bravely to my tears
Watching him sleep
Knowing he’d told his last story
And heard the last one I’d tell him
The silence so complete
It was breaking my heart
I whispered a trembling goodbye
Then walked quickly out of the house
Got into my car
And drove away
I cried for several miles
Maybe a hundred or more
I still miss my grandpa
Copyright © 2014 C Mashburn
Sharing this with the good folks at dVerse Poets Pub, where Brian has prompted us to write a poem/story. I probably missed the mark a bit, but the talented folks at the pub are always forgiving about such things, and I think they’ll appreciate the connection. This poem doesn’t necessarily tell a story, but it tells a story about a teller of stories and tall tales.
Sherry Mashburn said
you inherited his gift for story telling, his twinkling eyes, and his grin! He lives on through you
charlesmashburn said
Maybe someday, I’ll be as good as he was!
brian miller said
oh heartjerker man….having lost my grandpa at an early age…both of them…but my fathers father mostly…dang you have me in tears charles….i am glad it came full around and you could share with him the stories once more…i know that probably meant a lot….
charlesmashburn said
Thanks, Brian. One of my regrets in life is that I didn’t tell him often enough how much he meant to me. Looking back, I don’t even think I knew. The saying comes to mind; “you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone”
Rallentanda said
Great photo of your grandpa. A man on the land. Heartfelt poem.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much! Pa was a rea-life cowboy when he was young. Once a cowboy, always a cowboy, I reckon.
claudia said
oh i love that you told the stories to him that he once told you.. how special this must have been for him… glad you were there and had those special times together
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Claudia! It was a special time with a very special man.
alan1704 said
heart breaking words, i still miss my grandad and his hand/bone breaking hand shake. The tall tales and the bad jokes. Love your words and your heart.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Alan!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said
To retell the stories shows that his legacy lives on.. I’m sure the tears were those of joy
charlesmashburn said
I’m sure they were, too, Bjorn. Thanks for the thoughtful comment!
ayala said
So beautiful. Reminds me of how close my son was to my dad and when he passed it was so heartbreaking.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Ayala. So good to hear from you!
charlesmashburn said
Reblogged this on Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still… and know that I am God" and commented:
Missing my grandpa today. He was a treasure.