A Talk With Grandpa
A Talk with Grandpa
I sat with grandpa by the creek one lazy day in June.
We talked about so many things—
The sun, the stars, the moon.
He caught for me this funny thing, a “mudpuppy”, he said.
It was all wet and had four feet,
Red gills around it`s head.
And then he told me something at the time that I thought wild;
He said that I would be someone
Once grown-up, not a child.
He said I could do anything I set my mind to do,
That he knew I would do great things—
His heart felt it was true.
It`s funny how a simple talk stirs something deep inside.
And I, just as a little girl
Sensed love he could not hide.
And though he has been gone for years, I still can hear those words
Of talk we shared alone that day
With nature, and the birds.
Copyright © Christy Mcmillan | Year Posted 2010
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