Archive for the ‘Robbie’ Category

Prefect Time of Day by Robbie

Posted: September 9, 2009 by rmgrove in Robbie

Morning is
a tile floor
cold even under feet with socks
footsteps in a deafening silence

a kitchen window
thick fog covers everything
the sun, barley breaking through

Dad swinging on the porch
sharing a bag of potato chips
scattered moos in the distance

a section of grass
gleaming in a ray of sunlight

a warm summer breeze
blowing the porch swing
back and forth

my mom
my sister
sleeping in the house

a breeze that carries
the smell of pine trees
so strong

the birds in the trees
chirping with excitement
a new day is here

My Dad by Robbie

Posted: May 14, 2009 by rmgrove in Robbie

My sister and I went to bed early and slammed the door
We sat up and talked about how scary he had become
He would never do anything to hurt one of us, or our mom, but it was the unpredictability that scared us
My dad was an alcoholic
He usually drank at night, after everyone else had gone to bed
Then he sat up alone until we started to wake up
He constantly tried to hide himself from us
We were only five and seven
I can remember sometimes he started early and we had to see that side of him
That sad, pathetic side that made me look at him as everything but my dad, who was always so loving and seemed to have it together
He thought he hid the stench of alcohol
And the slurred speech
And the tendency to doze off
He thought he hid it well
He thought we didn’t know
That is, thankfully, all in the past
He hasn’t been drunk in probably six years or more
He is so much easier to be around
And I finally have my dad back

When I Was Young by Robbie

Posted: May 13, 2009 by rmgrove in Robbie

When I Was Young in West Virginia
Robbie Grove

When I was young in West Virginia
My grandmother watched my sister and me while my mom was at work. She taught us how to read and watched Blue’s Clues and Rugrats with us. My grandmother always made us soup and gave us cookies when we were hungry.

When I was young in West Virginia
My dad took us to the farm. We went to swim in the little pond and ride four-wheelers out to the aged cemetery. I had to hold my nose because of all of the cattle. We went to family reunions and busted the piñata. All of the children gathered around like ants to get their hands on as much candy as they could.

When I was young in West Virginia
Everyone came to our house for a Christmas Eve celebration. There was what seemed to be hundreds of presents under the tree and we were completely stoked to open them. The table was covered with a whole assortment of food. There was turkey, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Mom’s specialty, potato salad, was also included. On Christmas morning we opened all of our presents and ate leftovers.

When I was young in West Virginia
We went to a West Virginia University football game in Morgantown. We cheered on the Mountaineers against East Carolina. The stands erupted with every touchdown and the people in the crowd started to chant, “Let’s go, Mountaineers!” WVU won that game and I had a blast. When we walked out of the stadium we could still smell the grilled food of the pre-game tailgaters.

When I was young in West Virginia
I remember going to the State Fair every summer. We rode all of the small rides because my sister and I were afraid of the big ones. We ate funnel cake and onion rings; almost all of the food was fried. I got to pet a lot of the small animals. I recently went back to the fair and could only think of those memories.

When I was young in West Virginia
I was always so happy about the place I lived in. Nothing can change my home state pride. I couldn’t think of any other place I would’ve rather spent my childhood. Even today, I still love to do almost all of the things I did when I was younger.

The Loss by Robbie

Posted: May 11, 2009 by rmgrove in Robbie

You still remember
Him visiting everyday
He lifted you up onto his lap and held you in a tight hug
Then you always went outside in the hot sun to play basketball
When he bought his new green truck you were the first to get a ride in it
But something happened
He got sick
And had to stay at home
He didn’t visit anymore
He had to take medicine, and eat mashed up food
And stay in a bed which hummed while hooked up to all of the machines
Then you became the visitor
And sat by his side, grabbing his cold hands
Giving him hugs and kisses
He suddenly became the one in need of someone to talk to him
To tell him that everything will be okay
It broke your heart to see him lying still in his hospital bed
You tried to fight back the tears but they kept coming
You tried to visit him but in his condition it was hard for you to take
What hurt the most was there was nothing you could do
To take away his pain
His last days were quiet
He didn’t speak
Just laid there
Or so you were told
Because you weren’t there
You didn’t want to watch him slip away
It’s been a year

Where I Live

Posted: May 8, 2009 by rmgrove in Robbie

You will come across a run-down city with buildings that don’t stand very tall. Paint chips off the bricks, the bricks that make up the walls of the building. These walls don’t hold anything anymore. It’s quiet, sometimes so quiet that it seems like no one has been there in centuries. But a road will take you out of this desolate wasteland to a twisting two-lane road. It will take you beyond all of the used car dealerships and the auto parts stores. It will go passed the grocery stores and gas stations. Eventually, there is a small bridge to the left with another road on the other side. A creek runs by this road. Crossing this bridge will put you on a long, winding road surrounded by trees and houses on both sides. Sometimes the creek strays beyond sight, but you will always find it again. Continue passed the churches – all of the churches – and all of the houses that are spaced to closely together. This creek will guide you all the way to where I live.