Grandfather Poem

One of a series of meditations on the arc of our lives.

John T. Wrinkle (1883 – 1973). Born in Missouri. Contracted polio at 3 years old, orphaned at 8.
Won a scholarship to MIT, graduating in 1906 with a degree in architecture.

If he thought at all
about social standing
and what it meant to
work at a desk
and wear clean suits
it was probably just
in the hazy way
that most of us stumble
through teen-age years
he wasn’t much for
horsing around
a teen-age boy
is a boy apart
when his body has
let him down
but he was bright
as bright could be
If he felt at all
out of place
in the Boulevards
of Copley Square
the halls of university
if he did he carried it
quietly
tweed wool suits
every picture a tie
a cane
always seated
pipe thin legs
shielded by trouser creases
modeling peace
modeling slow and steady work
laid out before us to
take and hold or not
a quiet place to start the ride
into our own tumultuous age.
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