There is a 'd' in the first syllable
of what I call my parent's father:
grand-father, grand-dad, grand-pa.
That letter is never pronounced
by myself with both syllables intact
It simply becomes 'gran' to me:
gran-father, gran-dad, gran-pa.
And when my Granpa Bob says,
"Nic, you are my oldest grandson—
oldest grandchild at that—
and you are at an age where
you can still apply your skills
and do something with yourself.
I can't, I'm a fifty-something-year-old man;
a father of three children
and a grandfather to six.
I cannot go out and start,
but you have that opportunity
and I can't watch you
throw your life away."
He has identified some potential
in me that I haven't detected,
and that may be why I have
never taken him seriously.
But he pronounces the 'd'
when he is talking about me
while I mumble, "I know Granpa."
I don't pronounce the 'd,'
and perhaps it is a matter
of when I will be granted
the use of that letter,
in all its grandness.