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Popping The Cork
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David Rosen |
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My favorite grandfather, "Pops,"
suddenly died,
at seventy-five, of a heart attack.
I was eighteen and in the house.
"Moms," my favorite grandmother,
screamed "Pops is dead!"
Surely,
this is one of the reasons, why
I became a physician.
My oldest sister, a born again,
was the only one smiling in the photograph
taken at the funeral.
Later she got married in a Baptist church.
My father stepped on her train.
She halted briefly.
At the reception
he said,"Let's go outside."
"OK," as he led me to the parking lot.
Dad went to his rental car,
opened the trunk &
got out a cooler.
Then he lifted a bottle
of Mumms on ice,
as if a baby.
He popped the cork
and poured us bubbly.
We toasted the couple.
Dad said,"You can't get married
without champagne."
Nine months later : A baby boy.
When Jonathan was six,
they divorced.
Still, marriage is good.
In my case,
after two failed attempts,
I met my soulmate.
I found Lanara,
love of my life,
on a bench in New Zealand.
Autumn chill...
chair where Pops died
in our living room.
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--Submitted by David H.Rosen on 2015-02-01.
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