C H A   C H A   C H A BY NICK JEZARIAN Grandfather I think about you when Autumn blesses us with the scent of freshly picked apples, As it wafts through the crisp fall air. I sense your spirit looking down upon me. I can see your strong hands--     Well defined,         Masculine, Yet capable of the gentlest touch. I remember how your broad smile Would warm the room. But what I remember the most, Is the way you would let a screaming fart         RRIIIIIIPPPPPPP In public. And proudly whisper,         For only you and I to hear, Cha, Cha, Chaaaaaaaaaa…… MORE DAILY PIECES