An Afternoon With Grandpa
By Kimberley Jones
We spent the morning
sanding rough awkward
edges of leftover two by fours
that was cut down to four inch
blocks until they were smooth, and
we could run our fingers over them
without fear of a splinter.
Upon afternoon we wrote
our names on them with a worn
down red pencil and made the slow
steady walk four blocks away to drop
them over the bridge and into
Buffalo Creek only to watch them
float quietly away.
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I am an elementary school teacher, and I live in Lewisville, NC with my husband and two children. I have been writing since elementary school.
By Kimberley Jones
We spent the morning
sanding rough awkward
edges of leftover two by fours
that was cut down to four inch
blocks until they were smooth, and
we could run our fingers over them
without fear of a splinter.
Upon afternoon we wrote
our names on them with a worn
down red pencil and made the slow
steady walk four blocks away to drop
them over the bridge and into
Buffalo Creek only to watch them
float quietly away.
______________________________
I am an elementary school teacher, and I live in Lewisville, NC with my husband and two children. I have been writing since elementary school.