Skymaster
My great-grandpa was the only grandfather I remember very well
Grandpa Jack was a Korean war veteran
He flew aid planes
His favorite plane was the skymaster
He showed be photos of the cessna O-2 skymaster
And I was intrigued
I always thought of it as a giant bird
With two rows of fins and a double engine
And its propellers spinning like a crazy fast ceiling fan
Grandpa Jack loved that plane,
He was the captain of it January 1951 to March 1953
By 2022 he was the last living man to ever fly #56498
When a British non-profit organization
Began trying to restore Jack’s skymaster to flying condition
Grandpa Jack wanted to go see it in London
To help raise money to fix it
But then he got sick
Grandpa Jack never did get to see the skymaster
He didn’t get to see it because life happens
In ways we can never expect
God has a plan
And a lot of times it's not the one we had in mind
Grandpa Jack’s plan took an unexpected turn
But that is just the way God made the world
I miss him almost every day
And though he wasn’t the most perfect great-grandfather,
He was mine
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Deeply personal memoir of great-grandfather Jack and his plane.
Moderate idea density; narrative unfolds steadily with biographical details.
Bittersweet: nostalgia and loss tempered by acceptance and love.
Quiet, reflective voice; meditative pace despite subject matter.
Approximately 50 lines; extended narrative poem.
Some imagery and simile; mostly declarative with selective ornamentation.
Pure lyric internal voice; first-person reflection without dramatic distance.
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