My Grandpa
My Grandpa
There are not many people in this world
That could say they have a Grandpa like mine
For as long as I remember he was always there
And when I went to school he’d call to see if I was fine
He taught me how to ride the bicycle
And brought me home a new fishing pole
Together we’d pack a lunch and a thermos
And head for our favorite fishing hole
He taught me how to clean the fish we caught
And how to bait the hook just right
He showed me how to bring in the fish
Especially the ones that put up such a fight
I remember hot summer days
And we would pack up and go swim
And camp for weekend of fun
Those memories for me will never dim
He is gone now these many years
But I will never forget the many times
He filled that empty feeling I have now
He was my anchor and tie that binds
No I shall never forget the times
He would tease me into a smile
Telling me how much he loved me
Making my summers all worthwhile.
He left behind so many things
When he left this world for another
But time marches on and the day will come
When once again we’ll be together
Connie Moore
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