My Grandpa wasn't my grandfather Whereas one who was wouldn't bother While the other one was decades dead And so I had Chief Graham instead
It was "national security" My father said which kept him from me So when I appeared on CBS Who was proudest of me? You can guess
I made books for him even back then As a troubled child but he died when I had turned thirteen because he was The angel of my childhood to cause Me to know what it felt like to be One who is loved and I hope to see This best man this lost boy ever knew Who loved me unconditionally Chief Al W. Graham again In the next world but until I do:
Wow, this is a powerful tribute to apparantly a wonderful person in your life...I know that he must have been a special person indeed...you can feel it in your words...great writing...Blessings Joyce Bowling
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Peace. Joyce
I love the last line most.
Connie
Fee
God Bless,
Lew