Hey. Literature has not really ever been my thing (especially fictional), but recently, it's been growing on me. Ever read the Odyssey? Not half bad. For one of my class assignments I had to write a "proem" mimicking the first sixteen lines of the Odyssey - opening to an epic about my own life. At first glance I thought I would be staring at a blank sheet of paper for longer than my own good, but to my surprise this just happened:
Speak, Memory, about the life that was lived,
Many moons ago in a little country home with much
love and tease. Grandpa was her favorite; loved to fish and go hunting.
Day by day, though, she would wait for him to arrive home
from work, hiding behind the front door ready to hug.
Predictable as ever, he never once ceased to be
surprised as he gathered her in his arms, "I love you, my
Schnuklefritz!" Oh, such wonderful memories
of grandpa, the gregarious one, and a friend of many.
Tell the tale for us, Pretty Pretty Princess ring a bell?
Sometime after an afternoon of dress-up
when he walked through the front door after work, and to her surprise
still had a dazzling earring dangling from his ear.
Yet he alone, longing for a perfect smile and giddy giggle
from his very own favorite granddaughter made it worth it all,
to walk into a little country home that kept him warm at heart.
