As a boy I remember fondly
days with my Grandad.
So warm, loving and tender
to me a giant of a man.
He always has a smile
and a joke to make us laugh.
The tricks he always shows us
I never grow tired of.
As the Summers pass so quickly
I love him with all my heart.
Though my fondest memory of him,
is of a photo on the mantel, hidden
behind the ones he loves.
It's of Grandad in a uniform
of khaki, brown and starch,
With a smile I'd never seen before
it wasn't one of love.
It was taken on the day
he returned home from the war.
His eyes they look so weary,
he was only 24.
As the days and years flew past us
I was turning into a man
we were both out one day walking.
I asked a question I never had.
"Tell me about the photo,
up on the mantel pop.
The one that lies there hidden
behind the ones of us."
We stopped at that very moment
and my Grandad turned to me.
His eyes they looked so distant,
it was me..... he didn't see.
we sat on the neighbors’ brick fence
with the memories of what he saw
"There isn't much to tell you, 'cept I
made it home here from the war."
I looked at him with love
that burst out from inside.
That look he had upon him,
it nearly made me cry.
We sat there for ages
we never said a word.
His eyes just looked right through me
as he glanced up heavenward.
Then he got down on both his knees
which took me by suprise.
He smiled before he spoke
while he looked me in the eyes.
He then took my hand in his hand and
this story is what he told.
"I fought in world war 2 in places
you'd never know.
With mates not much older,
than you are now my son.
many didn't make it or only broken
Of people I was so proud of,
when I was just........ a kid.
I left home one morning not long after 21
wasn't barely shaving.
I was off to have some fun."
He looked at me through his tears
A croak now in his voice.
A way I'd never seen him,
in this I had no choice.
"The bullets came and bombs did rain,
I saw blood in flow, it wasn't like the TV,
it's a darker red.......I know"
"I heard grown men screaming, saw wounds I
I had to kill some other men, just to stay alive.
it's something I'd never wish upon my darkest
I pray to God every night, your eyes will never
see what mine have seen."
With that he got up slowly and
then he walked away.
I stood a second watching and then joined him
on his way,
The Sun was setting now, upon the day and on
The warmth I felt inside me
the Sun could not provide.
I started as a boy that day
and became a man inside.
A Love for my Grandfather, as well as a sense of