The one of my grandfather Joe's generation
You'd think I'd be likely to not remember
Would be Solomon-called-Sam
Who died at 13 in 1901 when Joe was 7 but
He insists upon himself as a fact, arguing
That since his four brothers
And two sisters are now long dead
He has an equal right to appear in family poems
Or dreams -- small roles usually and often
Simply as part of a crowd. No, it's Pinney,
Colorless and quiet and kind
Whom I actually knew whom I usually forget
(If he were one of Disney's dwarfs he'd be Bashful)
I have tried to write of him but every time
Some other relations hijack the poem.
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