Sanding Away Life – Poem

Sanding Away Life

A Poem Written in Memory of My Grandfather, Frank Vallone, in my 2009 Creative Writing I class, under the instruction of Mrs. Victoria Nordlund.

His aged, callused hands showed no sign of his internal weakness.

They casually sanded the rough piece of plywood into an oak trim.

The saw-dust filled air looked majestic in the filtered sunlight of his workshop.

I watched him work, so worn down from the cancer, and I whispered, “Why you?”

The electric sander halted.  He coughed and replied in his thick, Italian accent, “Because I like to build things.”

As a sophomore in high school, I was able to enroll in Creative Writing classes.  Finally, the class I had longed to take for years before was now on my schedule.

Creative Writing I & II, Advanced Creative Writing and my Independent Study in Creative Writing were the best classes I attended in my 4 years in high school.  I’m so grateful for all that I learned and the love of words that my inspirational teacher gave me.

One of the poetry assignments was to write a hand poem.  This was my result, dedicated to my grandfather.

Written October, 2009


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