Sep. 19, 2015

Poppa’s Pink Cadillac

Poppa in his pink Cadillac,
An image etched in time,
Cruised about the neighborhood.
An era, now, sublime.
Folk left their doors unlocked
Not worrying about a thing;
‘Cause peace, love, innocence,
And harmony did ring.
He’d blow his horn as they waved
And smiled to see him come--
Cruising at ten-miles-per-hour;
Yep, that’s the total sum.
His excursions, all were good
He never left the neighborhood.


NOTE: Poppa was my grandfather, not my father. I called my father--Daddy. And I called my paternal grandfather--Poppa.

© 2015 Walterrean Salley