Sweet Grandpa

Sweet Grandpa, remember how you'd teach me card tricks. You had me winning quarters at around the age of six. Sometimes you'd get grumpy but always love there anyway. Then you'd tell me the tales of war, the depression, life in your early days, of saddened truth. I didn't understand it so much in my youth. I listened and absorbed everything said and I held it in my heart to better understand later on, each and every word, still after you have gone.

Sweet Grandpa remember how you yodel, and whistle, and rock in your old rocking chair, to me you were the best grandpa in the whole world, you didn't have much to give, but your big heart was always right there.

Sweet grandpa, remember how we'd go to the park, you'd collect bottles and cans to make a little extra money. Other kids would go by laughing thinking it was funny. I didn't care what they thought, later for me some goodies you bought. Playing on the swings, a merry-go-round, just like your love, circling around.

Sweet grandpa dear all those memories still fresh in my mind, in that you are never left behind. Someday I'll share more talks with my girl to shed some light on years gone by, in hopes of making a difference in the future. If only more hearts could give it a try. You told me to look after grandma, you knew that I would. I gave up two jobs, and followed her to where she wanted to be. I always listened to you with my heart, even when words became quiet, and you came to rest upon bended knee.

Sweet grandpa everything you ever told me, everything ever shared, I will pass it along. Your words spoke to my heart, of your struggles, going to work and leaving school in the first grade, to provide your own food, the strengths of a man, yet the mind of a child stayed. I listened, listened with my heart, your life never gone, in all you put into my life, you live on, you live on.