Poetry Xtras » "Old Man Rocking In The Chair" by Joseph Mayo Wristen

As a child my brother was sick with Leukemia, and I went to my mother's parents, my grandparent's farm in Ellensburg WA to stay. They had a farm on Wilson Road. It was a farm and great place. My grandfather meet my grandmother after her first husband died of gangrene. My grandfather had just come back from riding his Harley up to Alaska and they meet in Seattle. My grandmother had five kids from her first marriage. My grandfather and she moved to Ellensburg and had three more kids. It was a big family and everyone, for the entire time I grew up, until his death and hers, visited as often as they could. Like I said, it was a great place to grow up and my grandfather and grandmother were God-fearing, loving people who lived off the land.