I Don’t Remember Grandpa!
I don’t remember Grandpa, or sitting on his knee,
Not one memory comes to mind, that bonded him and me.
All I have are pictures taken very long ago.
But there is not a single one, with him and me in tow.
He was my mother’s father and I’m sure that he was grand.
He died when I was little, so I never knew this man.
I wonder what this man was like, am I like him in any way?
There’s no one I can ask now, there’s no one that can say.
I must have something in me, that came from Mother’s dad,
Do I have his big blue eyes or his frown when I am sad?
Or is it my spring back attitude when life knocks me down.
I know there has to be something, even if he’s not around.
Yes, there has to be one thing that Grandpa left behind,
It’s something in my body or something in my mind.
No, I don’t have a memory of the Grandpa I never knew,
But I know there is one thing and I know that this is true .
I'm going to love my grandchildren and hold them on my knee.
It's what I learned from Grandpa, its what he gave to me.
So when I'm gone they will remember, that Grandma loved them so.
It's something Grandpa taught me, it's something that I know.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Love, Christine
Do I remember my first beer (mother went bananas) and many stories by the fire in winter nights, over all, I remember those kind of lumberjack thick arms whic so gentle could scoop us up towards the sky.
Sorry that you don't remember yours...but, being your friend, you can borrow the memories of mine...
Georg
beautiful Bonnie...
John
Be always safe,
Karen
I love the way your mind works, and love that you share it all with us on AD. I'm sure you're a fantastic, loving Grandma!
Love from yer Sis Connie
Beautifully moving tribute to your Grampa - well done.
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)