He was already old when I was
And he died while I was young,
But I remember how he looked,
what he'd said and done.
The veins in his temple were corded
His forehead oft knotted in thought,
His coloring was a pale
The skin on his face, thin and taut.
No wrinkles from age were on his
Just tiny crow's feet by his eyes,
A few laugh lines about his
But no marks or scars otherwise.
His snow-white hair was like a
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
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
But straight as a poker, he'd stand,
As eye to eye, he'd grin and
And firmly shake every man's hand.
He was a good man and a kind
A gentle, sweet person of worth,
Who would not so much as hurt a
Let alone any soul on earth.
He gave of himself in both time and
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
His life was not long enough,
I wish so much I could know him
Since I have become an adult.
How blest I am to have loved this
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
For it's the young who really need it,
But if they had it, I
They'd not be wise enough to heed it.
Now one last word to all
Out there beneath this sky,
Remember that the smallest
Have the biggest ears and eyes.
And how you behave and what you
Along with everything you do,
May stay alive in some little
To last much longer than you.
I doubt my Granddad ever
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
June 2006 ~ Revised 2009