*Anew friend shared a poem she’d written about her ancestor’s well-traveled Scriptures … something which I have (my Great-Grandfather’s Bible), which prompted this:
I’m deeply moved by/
her well-traveled legacy,/
matching my own Book.
I picnicked, sailed, served,/
bird watched, snuck past skunks, stargazed:/
All things Dad taught me.
How’djah cutcha?/
Burnyah? What car we takin?/
Da truck? Dialect.
Moving? I’ll raise my hand
to volunteer;
to hold the other end.
I’ve always been here.
Always been a guy
to help people move.
I couldn’t say why;
it’s just what we do.
My folks would get the call,
Grandparents and uncles, too.
Brothers, sisters, without fail:
we’d help people move.
And now you’re heading down a new road,
just call me: I’ll help you lift your load.
