Grandfather Books Poems

As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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The Chicken

One hen can lay
over 500 eggs in her lifetime.
If each egg was brought to adulthood,
and then allowed to do the same,
the whole world could...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Grandfather's Gift

There is an angel, 
on a coin, in my pocket. 
My grandfather gave her to me. 
It is a token of affection. 
It is...

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Life Comes to You


				You can’t plan life,
				Life comes to you,
				God is the only One
				Who knows the direction
				Our life will go,
				Our dreams and goals
				Sometimes get put...

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books stacked, spine horizontally allowing the title and author to be seen, cars facing the front, hood and license plate, people and trees distinguishable by...

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Her teeth are no longer white
and bright as in 1960s
when she first fell in love with my grandfather.
I blame that BB, because she always has...

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Breakup. Heartbroken, she wallowed in tears,
Who'd love her now? One of her biggest fears;

Her grandpa knew what she needed to find,
Time to heal. A book...

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It has been staying with us under the same roof
In the down rack of the wardrobe, lying aloof
Unnoticed even by granny and quite obscure
But with...

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The slum

 When I was born the manger was occupied 
I got a cot at a Home run by the salvation- army
and stayed the until...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Shadow Lights

Have you ever noticed? 
When you sit your hands upon the keys. 
If you close your eyes, 
just right...
not too tight, no peeking, but...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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The Perfect Christmas Gift

In a small bag, 
made of paper, 
the color of gold, 
old not new...
The handwritten letters, 
of a handful of kids, 
left...

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