Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Grandfather Shark

 

 

By most accounts he was a “mean cuss.”

But I mostly remember his bald head,

plaid shirts, and brown cigarettes filling up the tray

while he watched Hee Haw on TV.

 

He’d take some creaking steps

into Grandma’s kitchen where there’d be

a row of red tomatoes on the sill

lined up like the heads of decapitated carnations—

 

and fix up a raw beef patty,

take out his dentures, bite into it grinning like a shark,

and grow them back (pop them back in),

just like that.

 

He “did not play well with others,” and he

“liked to fight in the old days,” have ended

many stories I’ve since been told, sounding like

they were from the movies. 

But, in my innocence, and being the apple of his eye

until he died—I didn’t know you couldn’t play with sharks.

 

I also didn’t know until his funeral when I was six,

he’d fathered other children

besides my dad and his brothers,

when they stepped forward, swimming toward his casket

as if from some magic ocean closet

while a voice above named them, echoing sorrow.

 

I’ve since been trying to sort out what I got from him

that echoed on after that day—

brown eyes,

a little scrappiness,

the love of good cowboy (girl) boots,

a pocket watch,

Grandma’s heart.

 

O, Shark, you gave me some good stuff, you mean ol’ cuss.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner 

 

Photo above of the man himself taken by my grandmother.  She won the car shown in 1958 in a raffle for $1. 

Word Garden Word List

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Monday, July 14, 2025

Convertible

 

 

I’ve always been a Mustang girl,

 

but this—

cherry red

and just my size,

 

caught my eye,

turned my head, full throttle.

 

Oh, little red

prince,

you’re a sweet-tooth-ache

parked sugar daddy, solid, timeless—

 

and I’m still young and free

and cruise-ready

to coddle.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

Photo © 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Quadrille 227:  a poem of exactly 44 words including some form of the word “turn”