MY GRANDDAD




He was already old when I was born,
And he died while I was young,
But I remember how he looked,
And what he'd said and done.
 
The veins in his temple were corded and blue,
His forehead oft knotted in thought,
His coloring was a pale grayish hue,
The skin on his face, thin and taut.
 
No wrinkles from age were on his brow,
Just tiny crow's feet by his eyes,
A few laugh lines about his mouth,
But no marks or scars otherwise.
 
His snow-white hair was like a crown,
And was carefully groomed every day,
Not that he was vain ... oh no ... he just cared,
And being neat and trim was his way.
 
I recall the twinkle I saw in his eye,
When he was happy and pleased,
And I'll never forget the pleasure he showed,
When he laughed at me and teased.
 
Shaky, sometimes ... unsteady, a bit,
But straight as a poker, he'd stand,
As eye to eye, he'd grin and say, "Hi,"
And firmly shake every man's hand.
 
He was a good man and a kind man,
A gentle, sweet person of worth,
Who would not so much as hurt a fly,
Let alone any soul on earth.
 
He gave of himself in both time and wealth,
And was honest to the point of pain,
Poor in his pocket, but rich in his heart,
Humility, his main claim to fame.
 
Though his years on this earth were many,
His life was not long enough,
 I wish so much I could know him now,
Since I have become an adult.
 
How blest I am to have loved this man,
And to know some of his genes are mine,
How proud I'd be, if the heart of me
Could be even half as fine.
 
Too bad wisdom comes with age,
For it's the young who really need it,
But if they had it, I suppose,
They'd not be wise enough to heed it.
 
Now one last word to all Granddads,
Out there beneath this sky,
Remember that the smallest tykes
Have the biggest ears and eyes.
 
And how you behave and what you say,
Along with everything you do,
May stay alive in some little guy,
To last much longer than you.
 
I doubt my Granddad ever thought,
I would think of him in my old age,
And I'd still miss him just as much,
As on that day he went away.
 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright June 2006 ~ Revised 2009


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