My Granddaddy's House
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
It was a day I remember well
the past. The forgotten, the pain.
A time when my grandfather
insisted I change my clothes
outside. After a cool splash
in the water from the sprinkler
of my grandparents home
So vivid as though
it were yesterday
He still lingers
in my mind. The authoritarian
who once shattered
the emotions
of one certain child
I look back now
in rememberance
I can still see the lattice
with vines and shadows
of the sun cracking
though the worn wood
painted white. My innocence
taken away, grieved upon
now by the shame
of dressing outside
with the world in plain view
I was less than five
though I remember it well
I told him "granddaddy,
I don't want to change here"
My tears were left behind
by the silence of time
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