I remember how he wore jean overalls
and a loose fittin button up shirt.
He always had a wad of chew in his mouth
my Maw Maw would nag about him
spittin all over the place.
But he was that kinda man.
He took me fishing a lot when
I would visit,
and I can still see the veins in his hands
and how thin his skin felt
pressed against mine.
His hands were calloused from
the years he spent farming tobacco in Kentucky
and he loved to tell me stories about
my Daddy when he was a boy.
He always made me feel
like I hung the moon,
he would buy me Napoleon ice cream
we rode around in his beat up truck,
with her hollaring "Slow Down Shirley"
and he carried gum in the pockets of them
overalls, and rolls of quarters.
I can still see him,
putting worms on my cane pole.
I wish more than anything in this
world,
he could teach my son to fish.
He had more patience than
anyone I have ever met.
I dearly loved that man.
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My Paw Paw is one bright shining star..
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I have a 3 piece cane pole...and my pap was a coal miner in the hills...this took me back as well Cat...he must be why I like the shine so damn much...lol
the southern belle in you came out with this one, and like Rob said...I like him..I prolly knew him
when did the world get so fast
that we can't even rock for hours and talk about nothin' while laffin and sippin' sweet tea from a quart jar. Thanks for this
love ya girl
peace and hugs
Muddy

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Hillbillies know their like..

My mothers people are from West Virginia and I take great pride in them as well. I think a lot of who I am is the roots that I have had forged behind me..
Could that be why I just got a tree tat for my 33 birthday?
Who knows..
Glad you liked it, but even better I love that you have a cane pole..
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This one took me right in, I love your voice in this, so reminiscent, such vivid imagery, ..I love this part:
"He always made me feel
like I hung the moon,
he would buy me Napoleon ice cream
we rode around in his beat up truck,
with her hollaring "Slow Down Shirley"
and he carried gum in the pockets of them
overalls, and rolls of quarters."
A very enjoyable read throughout, thank you


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Good Reading
This really took me back. Man, I wish they had cane poles up here.lol. My grandbabies are learning with a barbie rod 'n' reel. No shit! Betcha a dollar I would have liked him.


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I tried so hard to find some when mine were tiny.. I swear you have to search country type stores..
How ya doing sweetheart?
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"I can still see him,
putting worms on my cane pole.
I wish more than anything in this
world,
he could teach my son to fish."
Awww, Sweetie. What a poignant, loving piece this is, my Friend. Such a beautiful tribute. Perhaps he's busy teachin' the fish how to jump onto your son's hook, instead??? Beautiful, Cat. Jus' like the Lady that wrote it. Good luck in Muddy's contest.
Wanda


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Oh what a lovely story! I had a Poppie too


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He had more patience than
anyone I have ever met.
An admirable trait.
Love this.
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Seems like he offers really good memories to you. That's awesome. My dad ..so good with my girls, though I was never that close to any of my grandparents. I can still relate to this..well, to the effect, that they have a very good paw paw, too
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This took me back to some of my own memories. Very sweet and touching. Loved it!


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um. intersting Cat, any chance this was inspired by a piece you read last night? you say he bought you napolean icecream, is that your word for neopolitan? thats what I call it, always have, enjoyed this Cat, made me think of my Grandfathers and made me smile...peace TErry


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Actually Terry that is why I was laughing.. I was working on this.. And I called it that when I was little.. I couldn't say it right and darn it I still can't
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wow Cat, nothing like reminiscing of days of old. i remember my grandpa and his old ways but he came from the old country of Hungary over on a boat and I remember his rose garden in his backyard and how they flourished at his touch and how when I would go visit and he would give me a quarter and I would walk a couple of blocks the the little corner candy store and come back with a whole bag of candy
gosh, you can't buy a sucker for a quarter anymore
and i remember how if you had your hand flat on the table, he would put his hand into a loose fist and smack it down on my hand and then sit and laugh at me. or when him and my grandma would start talking in Hungarian, those were fighting words because they didn't want us to know what they were saying. I also remember going up in the attic so many times and you remember how when you get married you keep the top layer of your wedding cake and eat it on your first anniversary> well i remember going up in their attic and knowing that that top layer of cake up there was over 50 years old
those were some old traditions I guess, wow, you brought back some great memories for me by writing this piece that i haven't thought of in 25 years or more so I thank you for writing this. Now I think I'm going to go cry 
Love you sweetie and best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed
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Hey there beautiful.. I actually kept my cake and ate it on our first wedding anniversary.. Ugh
He my Paw Paw was my everything.. You know that first hero you get as a child? He was it. He let me be me.
Thank You for reading babygirl.. Take Care and be safe,
Cat
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when daddy was a boy...
Wow...! I love this poem Cat! And your Paw Paw sounds like almost a twin for my own dad... even if they came from the opposite ends of the earth! I love everything about this poem so there's nothing more to say than...
Bravo! Good luck in the contest!

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