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Strangers With Familiar Faces

I’m short because of my grandfather

but I forget more than I remember that it’s him I’ve taken after.

To me he was a shadow painted into family portraits.

Only half real in any memory I still have of him and I together.

But that’s the danger of not knowing anything about a person

besides the fact they’re sick.

You have to wait for photos after the funeral once the sorting has begun.

Then you find the questions that you should have asked

burning behind your mouth without the person you want the most

anywhere to be found.

 

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Today’s daily prompt Grainy reminded me of this old photo of my Grandfather and his friend from when they toured around France on their bikes. My uncle had it restored after it was rediscovered a little while after my Grandfather passed away. It was one of the first stories I heard that made me realise I’d never asked him about his youth or even his life before I was born.

 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

2 Comments

  1. I can really relate to this. I lost all my grandparents early, and I barely knew them. I have just a few stories about my grandfather to put his personality together, but he is still very mysterious to me.

  2. This poem really struck a cord with me. When you’re young you never think about these things and too soon people are gone. My nan died of cancer when I was 11 and I often think of how I miss getting to know her as a adult, learning about her as a person not just ‘nan’. Great poem.

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