Legacy
His shirt read “Grandfather of all Things”
Red and encircled
Seussian
The Things,
The lot of them
Running around the
Theme park
They had talked him into going
As they had everything
His entire life as a
Father
Now
He walked
A painful gait
The result of years
Holding his emotions
In this joint
And that muscle
His smile
Not a smile
More a grimace
Frustrations
Impatience
Etched in over the past
Thirty years or so
An underbite of
Disgust
He’d never moisturized
Nor laid off the fried foods
Or café
¿Ya pa qué?
The damage was done
His legacy:
Things One
Through how many
He’s lost count
By now
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