| My Grandpa I have known from the very start, In my mind and in my heart, That my grandpa was the greatest man, That ever lived or set foot on this land, A dynamite expert for the railway, Blowing stumps and mountains each day, In his free time he went hunting wild game, And for me those trips won him fame, As a young boy sitting on grandpa’s knee, Listening to the greatest of story, Elephant hunting in eastern Oregon one year, The table he made from that elephants ear, The deer he chased for two whole days, And the bear he killed with a 22 one day, All of his stories whether lies or not, I heard gleefully right there on the spot, The tales that he told to this little boy, I believed to be true with amazing joy, I was ten when my grandfather died, When I found out I cried and cried, I never got to say goodbye, To young for a funeral they say is why, But grandpa incase you hear these words, My son has your name I hope you’ve heard, A namesake he is with big shoes to fill, But he’s great like you grandpa so he will, Forgotten you have never been, And I will always remember when, This little boy sat on your knee, Eating cookies and drinking tea, Listening to stories that you have told, That a ten-year-old boy found so bold, I am no longer that ten-year-old boy, With a son who is my own pride and joy, I love you grandpa this is true, I could never have said goodbye to you, Now here I sit with tear in eye, And with these words I say… goodbye. I Love You Grandpa! Author: Keith A Ball |
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