Old Man
Rich, milky chocolate
A tone of happiness, slurring, and demanding
When he talks he bickers
On the front porch slouched down in the chair holding a beer
A barking dog as the wind blows to blow the dangling bells while he watches tv

Old Man
My Uncle
Wise with money; spends a lot but not too little
Eyes shiny as a marble and stiff as can be
Dark brown as the bark on a tree
Each one is appealing to one another
His face is saggy but always has a smile as big as the jokers
Of life
He was well known
Lived in a small town and he will know if something is new around

“You as cute as a baby, we should call you baby Herb”
He said among other things
I was the person he always looked out for
He would always tell me “Being you is the key to what you want to be; being others is the door is being something you can’t achieve.”
He would sit me down and have eye to eye contact
It would just be a one on one thing
Always In the living room

Old Man – well handled and funny
He would always talk about me being a good kid
Music
Throw back
jazz
We would tell him “turn that off”
Came from a maintaining family
Some of our blood is here,
Before we moved from Virginia
Other of our blood came from North East
And white
Though often we had much courage
Old Man
My g-Ma Always talked ‘bout him
They be around for a long time
And she told me it was emotional
Fried chicken
Any chicken
Had a touch senses to remember
Gone but never forgotten in heaven he lays
He had so much joy
The old days he use to jam to his music
Old Man