Yes Sir, Grandpa
I will always remember my Grandpa
he came home from the war a bit quiet
of course, I was not born yet . . .
But as the years rolled on he changed
and with me he was soft and gentle
and when a wee girl and he was old
I sat on his knee at the breakfast table
and he would share his toast and tea
In time his great laugh had come back
but he never talked about the war
he put away his medals in a drawer
and this is big in a family of storytellers
Grandpa died suddenly of a heart attack
no time to say goodbye, no kisses
but he lives still in my heart forever
especially when I have toast and tea
I have a picture of him on my wall
in his uniform and with his medals
and I am so proud of him every day
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January 29, 2021
Poetry/Bio/Yes Sir, Grandpa
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1324-701-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Jan 29 )Contest 909
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/30/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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