Author: Mark Spencer
Memories of long ago,
When I was still a lad;
Of times we had together,
And all the fun we had.
You taught me to play baseball.
You showed me right and wrong.
Your eyes welled up with joy
When I wrote for you, a song.
You watched me grow to manhood.
I hope I made you proud.
You gave me the confidence
To rise above the crowd.
But then you went to Heaven.
I know that's nature's law.
I wish I could have told you,
You were the best, Grandpa.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Wayfarer (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, June 23 2003, 01:25 am|
As a grandpa myself, I can tell you, he knew. It isn't hard to see it in a child's face, that he loves you.
|Justus Isaiah Richardson (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, June 25 2003, 11:18 am|
Wayfarer's right. Your Grandfather knew how you felt.
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