‘We are teachers to our grandchildren’, a d’Verse prompt
He was supposed to teach her math and now he fucking won't because he's ~ We? What 'We'? Is this the collective 'We who take being alive for granted' or 'We who are not to live again salute you - No - just kidding! We're ~ He was supposed to teach her math! He was supposed to be here. Today. He was supposed to wish me a happy birthday. He was not supposed to be ~ I grew a longer beard after Papa died Not shaving is a Jewish mourning tradition, you know (did you?) And it makes me look older. (Good - because I am!) I have some white hairs in it; some day they will all be white and I hope to be buried that way when I am ~ Don't tell me that Papa is teaching her through me. He's not. He's not teaching her math; he's not teaching her anything - because he's fucking ~ It's my birthday and - I'll ~ I'll ~
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘travels in the wild’ prompt.
d’Verse gave us a selection of potential titles for our poems, and let us do the rest.