Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Chicken Soup for the Bowl

Today shall be an attempt at a bit of prose, something I occasionally have fun with here at Average Poet. While the vast majority of postings are original rhyming poems, there are several free verse and short pieces of prose, as well as some pencil sketches I’ve scanned in, always trying to keep it fresh.

At any rate today I’m going to have some Chicken and Rice soup with my lunch mate (which I made from scratch yesterday) and it got me to thinking about those inspirational books titled after this deliciously steaming concoction, so here’s a yummy treat that I was lucky enough to be served recently.



Regular readers may have seen posts concerning my grandson whom I love dearly. As mentioned before he isn’t my biological grandson as I’ve never had kids, but truly do feel that bond with him that goes beyond any connection blood could ever bestow. It’s kind of strange because I never knew either of my real Grandfathers. One died in WW 2 and the other had absolutely no dealings whatsoever with my Dad. Both Grandmothers were with men, my maternal with Frank, someone that was a wonderfully kind and talented person, and my paternal lived with and cared for an aging gent named Nick who was also quite nice. They were both great guys but I never did click with either in that classic male role model way.

So fast forward to this last weekend, we just closed the diner for the day and Westin says “Papa, get out your guitar and let’s jam.” Now mind you this kid is only 3 but loves music like crazy. He watches that new boy-band show Big Time Rush, and while I’m not a fan, they recently covered some Beatles tunes so they’re not all bad I guess.

Westin and I sat on the couch in the back, me strumming, both of us belting out-

Life is very short and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting my friend
I have always thought that it’s a crime
So I will ask you once again


I wish you could have heard his little voice singing right in key, my wife stood there with her mouth open in awe, I just laughed. Then I said, “Hey check this one out buddy.” I figured I’d drop a little Neil Young on him as I’m always telling him how old I am, so I started singing Old Man (because I got to sing it to my Dad once – see pic below– and it’s a special song to me) then I hit the chorus-



Old Man take a look at my life I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through


Then Westin shakes my leg until I stop and serious as can be says, “But I love you Papa, I love you.”

I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated that song more.

13 comments:

nutschell said...

what a cute and lovable kid. Bet he makes your heart sing.
Great A-Z post!
Nutschell
www.thewritingnut.com

Pat Hatt said...

Wow he is really talented and wise and only at three, sure he has a bright future. Such a nice story.

Denise McGee said...

How adorable! What a great post.

Lynn Proctor said...

he must be a prodigy---loved your post

AmberChanelle said...

Thank you for sharing such a lovely story with us :) I think children are the best teachers on loving without conditions. Great post & thanks again!

Ella said...

I love this post! Well Done~
He is adorable...
My heart strings so loved this tale.
Great photo of you n' your Dad!
My Dad liked his song...
Wonderful, so glad you shared! :D

Dave King said...

A poppet and no mistake. Every blessing on the both of you.

Shirley said...

Wow! He's grown so much and is still just as adorable as ever. You are truly blessed to have him in your life. On the other hand, he is blessed to have you in his life as well. I love your prose. :)

rch said...

Isn't he wonderful, what a blessing, thanks everybody.

Mel said...

What a beautiful response. Great post!

anthony stemke said...

This was a beautiful poignant post, you are a wonderful parent.

Carrie Burtt said...

This is a wonderful and warm hearted post Bob! Your love of music seems to be passing to your Grandson. 8 of my grandchildren are not biological either, but it is true how relationships do not have to be biological to be strong and beautiful! Westin is adorable!!!

Jan Freeman said...

Great post, Bob. We can learn from children.