My Grandfather’s Outfit
A mystery never told
Grandma, who is my grandfather
He is dead
But who was he and why such a bother
Don who could get in your head
Did you meet him in Chicago?
Yes, when I was a bar girl there.
Why do you hide his identity so?
Because he was not a man who could care
Why did you fall for him?
Because he was so exciting, that didn’t last
Became nothing then?
He was not over his wife who passed
When did he die?
In the 1970s
So for an older man you cry
Yes, he was in his 50s
You kept the mystery to your grave
And now I realize
Don means head of the mob
The outfit at the time
Sam Giancana was the head of the outfit
In the 1950s lost his wife
Then found a 19 year old rebound secret
Did solve the mystery of your old life?
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Cool! I grew up outside of Chicago and recently wrote a story in BookClub on a Stephen King short story about Dillinger and put notes from my life at bottom..... and one never knows what hidden secrets there in families, LOL