Grandpa Scott, drawn by me, age 6

I find my drawing of him

I was six

and I remember

the star shaped clock

that hung on the wall

He sits in the yellow chair

the one by the gossamer curtains

and his bookshelf

that holds the near and dear

his pipe

Prince Albert

and tootsie pops

he puffs

on his pipe

smiling

that’s what he did

smile

he leans forward

one hand

reaching

for his walker

drawn in profile

it is placed

in front of the tv

with the red pedestal

bowl

the drawing

leaves out

his missing teeth

and me

missing him

I find my drawing of him

stuck in the middle of King Lear

in my mom’s faded book of Shakespeare.