Reflections to Grandfather

                        

Dearest deaf Grandfather,

scarred countenance,

elder genitor,

I owe you thanks.

Plotting your pitfalls,

sidestepping your snares,

I sought and soaked wisdom.

With stone numb faces,

even contemptuous doubt,

we’ve both learned my limit.

By your frigid bitterness,

your grudging permit,

I know warmth and ease anew.

In your chill sweat silence,

or your gust tirades,

I love you yet.