Mother's Father
He sat on the porch beside his wife
and smoked his pipe and wrote his life
into the mind of every child
a time entranced
a time beguiled,
I can't forget{and this he knew}
about the worlds he wrote and drew.
He gave us time.....was all he had
I hear him still
my old GrandDad.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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