Six Poems By Milt Montague: "A Grandfathers Reverie", "Eitan My Love", "Maya", "Michaela My Heart", " My Grands", "Parting"

Milt Montague is a 90 year old who has been writing only for 4 years. The following poems are about his 3 young grandchildren who are native Indianians residing in Indianapolis.


 

 a grandfathers reverie

        

michaela and me

a park bench

at riverside

watching

swift waters

rush to mingle

the fresh effluence

into the forever ocean

we sit quietly

out of sync with

time or reality 

observers

my arm shielding

her slight body

as life rushes 

headlong onward

time 

for peace

after wrestling

the tide for ages

her trek barely begun

Eitan My Love

          

my dearest grandson

I charge you  

your classmates

youth of our land

to rescue the future

of our beloved country

seize the moral imperative

armed with knowledge 

of the just and equitable

honed by formal education

inculcated from parents

generations of ancestors 

principles that 

almost 250 years ago

incited a handful of men 

to rebel against an unjust king

whose overseas colonies

were his cash cow

he contemptuously abjured

the biblical precept

“we are our brothers keeper”

we must help those 

who cannot help themselves

once we were the greatest country country in the world

now to our shame

many of our fellow citizens are living in third world conditions

we must see that 

our fellow citizens

do not go hungry

do have a proper home

do have proper medical care

do have proper education

do live in peace

you and your friends must unite

to excise this living cancer

festering in our government

throw out of our legislatures 

these duplicitous congressmen

these miscreants, selfish pigs

who now 

manipulate our government

passing laws favoring 

their self-serving backers

the money-grubbing billionaires

we must replace them

with honest representatives

of the peoples’ will

who shall enact laws

for the good and well-being

of all our people

we must return 

to our nations beginnings

the ideals of our founding fathers 

documented in our

Declaration Of Independence and Constitution

Maya 

                  

         Under a benignly smiling sun

         Our national sport plays out
         Crowds loudly cheer their teams 

         Onward to certain victory 

         Crowding home plate
         The fiercely growling batter
         Pounds her bat into the ground
         Shouting imprecations at the mound
         To intimidate the nervous pitcher 

         As she throws the next pitch

         My little baby

         My delicate princess

         Suddenly a tigress

         As she wields the bat

michaela my heart

       

suddenly

I’m wide awake

it’s 5:26 AM

a parsec away

my love

you wake

more gently

my will power

sends my love 

hurtling thru space

to conjoin my faraway heart

as a rampart of protection

on your 6:30 odyssey

my love 

is a shield

a bulwark

on your perilous voyage

thru dark caverns

into uncharted waters

you shall emerge

victorious my heart

and once again

go to and fro

in my arms

on the porch swing**

**my eight year old granddaughter michaela underwent an endoscopic exam this morning at 6:30 am in Indianapolis, Indiana

             My Grands

                

I'm pleased to see 

My grands growing tall 

No one in our family is small 

And all are so good looking 

Doubtless due to their 

Mothers’ cooking

More important though 

Is a tender heart 

Which I see as

We part
They seem 

To want to stay 

And with their grandpa play

Yet they must go now 

Live their lives 

In their 

home and time

As I must do In mine

Parting

                  

The few days we spent                          
    Together                                                 
Suffused my heart with                                 
    Gladness                                                 
Memories I shall revisit                         
    Forever                                                   

Simply being in chorus 

    Again 

Despite foul weather 

    We all

Celebrated our joy

    In concert

My nexus left me
    Solo
On the tarmac
    As 
Your plane took
    Off

Happily my solace
    Evelyn
Assuaged my sadness
    And
Reconstituted our

    Duet
   
My spirits soared
    As I
Decided to meet
    Again
Next school break
    June

We will fly to 

    You

After your school

    Closes

Once again with

    My heart

~Milt Montague