hot summer day
old hand water pump
I wet my head

weathered boat
lodged in sand
waiting to be launched

preparing a fishing rod
father teaches
a fisherman's knot

cleaning his shed
I stare at the wall
Dad's fishing poles

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old beater
backfires
Grandpa's truck

gravel road
grandpa's bike squeaking
under my feet

hand-me-down
my once favorite shirt
now my son's

sister's dress
how pretty she looked
now it's mine

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old dusty road
wildflowers sway
grandma's house

the old path
walked with grandma
overgrown with roses

she slowly approaches
a small grave
flowers in hand

seeing someone else play
on grandma's organ
grandma's funeral

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watching her kids swim
she looks down at her belly
scars

he leans on the bar
scars on his arm
Vietnam

creaks and squeaks
still rocks
my son to sleep

a warm fuzz
then music at its best
vinyl record