When My Poppa Speaks

When my Poppa speak, I hear the words I was afraid to hear.
I hear my fear and uncertainty,
But it comes out strong and ready, like a bear.
When my Poppa speaks, I hear him even though he doesn’t think I do
And I wonder if he hears me, too.
When my Poppa speaks, I imagine things I never could before.
I see the world as open and new
And bright and magical and full of possibilities.
When my Poppa speaks, I know he means every word.
He thinks them through with eloquence and grace
And they come out exactly as he intended.
When my Poppa speaks, his eyes tell stories
Of places and times and things I’ve only dreamt of,
But hope to experience someday.
When my Poppa speaks, he carries more weight then he realizes.
He is the world’s breath flowing through one man.
When my Poppa speaks, reality sets in.
Things I have been neglecting come to the forefront of my mind
And I become a better person after ever conversation.

When my Poppa speaks, it’s a rare occasion.
When my Poppa speaks, he doesn’t have to say a word.

-BlairieLouHoo.

Written June, 2012.