Grampa

He was an alcoholic

He still is at the moment

It outlives you

It’s always there, your friend.

I wish to give you that now.

I wish for you a utopia all your own

You miss your hidden beer, drinking it in secrecy in shade of worm trees

you are a large golden statue with a thunder voice, lightening laugh

electricity charisma

yet salty. and we love you.  and we loved you.

I will whittle sticks forever.