Poem -
~~Ode to Uncle Popo
It sure was fun to go to your house
In the Christmastime, uncle Popo
With the scent of bread, and
Currant rolls—baking in the oven
.
We would sit in your living room
Tasting Old Oak rum in a spoon
Listening to Jackson 5, Al Green
Otis Redding singing Christmas tunes
.
Your antique wooden stereo
Made that scratchy sound
When the record touched the needle
But you could fix anything, uncle Popo
.
You were the funniest man in the world
Telling your jokes and old time stories
Always stopping in the middle and laughing
And it never matter to us at all, that you
Could never remember the ending of anything
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Comments
Hey Mamma Jamma!!..........this is a great painting of what it was like to spend time with him...........you paint pictures brother..........lovely pictures..........I could smell the smells..........and feel the warmth of just knowing Uncle Popo...........thanx for inviting us in my friend............charming.............love your stuff bro...........always will.............ttyl..............T xx
Hey thanks for the comment, Cherie...this is a bit of a 'tribute' poem to my uncle Popo, who died over a week ago now, he was 78...yes I have some interesting memories of him and my two oldest sons met him, they both thought he was a very funny man, very 'chill' as they say...I suppose everyone wants or has an uncle Popo, he wasn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but childhood memories of him are thick and sweet like molasses...I originally had a message after the write which spoke of his death, but took it off, I didn't want to think of him in the past tense when I was writing it, after all --good childhood memories should never be left in the past tense...hey thanks again for the encouraging comment, my sister...talk soon
Always glad to share, Barry...that was a very cool thing to say my friend, I appreciate very much...thanks man
You know I love your work 'Pablo Naruda' T, thanks man for saying that; like a lot of men, I suppose that I'm very visual... so you really felt like you were sitting in that living room laughing surrounded by the smell of fresh bread in the oven, listening to the Jackson 5 singing Christmas carols, T?...glad you enjoyed... Popo was an imperfect role model for me, in many ways but, I think that each Christmas I consciously, or probably sub-consciously try to replicate that living room scene with my family (4 kids; 3 boys (men) and 1 daughter (teenager) wow, not sure if I even thought about that before, so thanks for sparking that thought, my friend, and for your beautiful spirit and comment as well, you're very generous...ttyl