Grand Pappy's Chest
A chest now sits where her grand pappy sat.
The old worn out marks on the floor where he would rock.
Sitting on his lap eating crackers and cheese.
He would talk of the past like it was a beautiful dream.
He had it harder than most boys.
He lost his father before he was born.
Raised by three women, he was great in the kitchen.
Not having an abundance of money he would make due with what he had.
She would ask him, "what was it like as a kid?"
He would tell her, "there were no electronics."
We had tops to spin, crayons and ink.
All the neighborhood kids would gather to play,
A game called imagination.
Your imagination is a wonderful thing,
never forget you posses it.
You can sail far over the sea,
or travel horseback to another country.
Be president one day,
or the big wig in a corporate company.
Here is a chest for you to keep.
The little girl opens the chest and reply's, "It is empty inside?"
Her grand pappy says, "look again!"
Tell me, "what do you see?"
I see I can be anyone or anything I want to be!
Her grand pappy passed away.
About three years ago now.
to this day the chest covers up the worn out marks on the floor.
Her daughter asked, "mommy what is this chest for?"
Telling her daughter what her grand pappy told her.
Her daughter open the chest and replied,"there's nothing inside!"
She told her to look past the emptiness.
She told her daughter to use her imagination.
Explaining that your imagination can take you anywhere you want to go.
It can make you whoever you want to be
All you have to do is dream!
I do not usually write story's but this story of a grandpa and little girl just flowed from my pen.
And it is so touching how the story unfolds..
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