We found Grandpa dead,

He was stiff as could be,

With two fingers held up,

In the shape of a “V.”


Grandma said, “It’s for peace,

He has left us a sign!”

Others flocked in to see,

Rigor mortis divine.


I searched for an answer,

But I didn’t look far,

Just under the bed frame,

Where he’d dropped his cigar.

Marlene Tucker, a native of Haslet, Texas, makes her home on a farm just outside Axtell with her husband, Bill. She says there is a poetic story in almost everything. Email her at marlenetucker22@yahoo.com