A freckle on my Grandpa's nose, <br />was prominent, but I suppose <br />it did not bother him in life. <br />Though Grandma, who had been his wife <br />for fifty years in splendic health <br />she took the freckle with his wealth. <br /> <br />One day, their son, a smart physician <br />had come to go, with Grandpa, fishing. <br />He glanced upon his father's nose <br />where still the freckle thing arose. <br />And gave his learned diagnosis <br />'A Seborrheic Keratosis.' <br /> <br />No need was seen for intervention <br />and they decided not to mention <br />the stigma in my Grandpa's face. <br />Well, life went on, its hurried pace <br />eventually caught up with him, <br />at first his vision went to dim <br />and then, while telling a good joke <br />he suffered a tremendous stroke. <br /> <br />He wore his suit, with silken vest <br />went off to take his final rest. <br />I watched as our pastor prayed <br />and how the giant oak tree swayed. <br />Then Grandma handed him a rose <br />as I was staring at his nose.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-freckle-remembered/
