Grandpa

I remember the stories, the pranks and the gags That Grandpa would pull with his rattlesnake eggs As we slowly but surely would open the pack We knew it was now and we couldn't look back When all of a sudden there was such a loud noise We knew Grandpa got us with one of his toys The sound of his laughter from the look in our eyes Told all of us grandkids that he told us a lie Then there were the tractors, the John Deere's' and the Cases' How Grandpa enjoyed the look on their faces As they would open the gifts, their eyes all a glow They knew he did good as the disks were in tow As the grandsons'' played in the gardens pretending they were fields They wondered this year what their crops would yield Then there were the granddaughters' that Grandpa loved so dear Burning their fingers is what he did fear So he built them curling iron and blow dryer racks Knowing they were safe is all he wanted back Now God has our Grandpa in heaven he will stay Reminders he gives us each and every day From the woodcrafts that he made to the accordion music he played God has his carpenter, quilter, and musician and we are so glad For we could have never asked for a better Granddad