I am sure they will talk about the person you truly are. Perhaps they will read this poem and marvel. I missed this earlier William because I was away on semester break; but luckily, I noticed the title and wondered who wrote it. I too am a grandfather to my adopted son (who himself is pushing 50). He has nine children! I talk to the kids, especially the ones 10 or younger and ask them if they will remember me. Their answers really cheer me up. As you can see, I liked your poem; I can relate to it. It's very charming.
WE'LL NEVER KNOW EXACTLY BECAUSE EACH PERSON 'SEES' YOU DIFFERENTLY BUT I WOULD GATHER THAT OVER ALL, THEY'LL ALL AGREE THAT GRANDPA WAS A GOOD GUY THAT THEY LOVED VERY MUCH! GREAT WORK. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
~William~
They will speak highly of you. Grandfather's both of mine, quiet men
but there was always a twinkle in their eye. Both farmers and stories
of fishing and hunting.
Nothing like have grandparents, I had a grandpa who was bed fast, but I loved him til he died when I was 13. Still have memories of my visits to him. I love my grandchildren and the 2 great grandchildren too. I love doing things with them. They will remember you, from the stories you tell them to and the things you can do with them. Contact with the younger generation is very important these days.
That all depends on the legendary police stories that you tell and the time you spend with them. Unfortunately, kids these days have so many distractions like cell phones and computer games that it's often hard to have or take time to get them alone so you can just talk.
Both my grandfathers were hard-bitten and humbled by the Great Depression--farmers who also worked on other kinds of jobs just to make it. One was sterner than the other, but I learned much from them while not being close to either.
I only knew two men who were World War I vets. My aunt had to put my sometimes violent and very eccentric uncle in a veterans home about 1960 because he had been, "shellshocked," even though all he was, was a medic in a South Carolina hospital during the war. The other, the father of my ex-wife, became a noted physician in Dayton Ohio, and then had a breakdown and was declared incompetent in 1955, taking his wife and two daughters back to live with his mother and eventually ending up in the same veterans home where he stayed until he died at 97 years of age.
We used to as grandkids get flustered with grandpa not ever wearing the new overalls we would buy him for Christmas, etc. The next time we would see him we would find the new ones all stuffed way back in a drawer somewhere with the store tag still on, never taken out of the drawer. Never understand why he wanted to wear the same ole worn out overalls, clothes, etc. Now I'm doing the same thing at 63, wearing virtually the same shirt and jeans, till they fall apart almost. ( I do wash them however)
Dan
I, too, have lovely memories of my "Papaw." Despite growing up a pariah in a small, intolerant town, he was a wonderful man with a big, gold heart, hard, calloused, gentle hands, twinkling blue eyes and a booming laugh. I miss him.
You are not a "was", or past tense yet and they still need you so tell them all them good NYPD cop stories that I bet you have accumulated over your time of service...and you should find Peace my brother, so to speak... <smile> -e-
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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John
They will speak highly of you. Grandfather's both of mine, quiet men
but there was always a twinkle in their eye. Both farmers and stories
of fishing and hunting.
Lady Mary Ann
hug
Kathy
Both my grandfathers were hard-bitten and humbled by the Great Depression--farmers who also worked on other kinds of jobs just to make it. One was sterner than the other, but I learned much from them while not being close to either.
I only knew two men who were World War I vets. My aunt had to put my sometimes violent and very eccentric uncle in a veterans home about 1960 because he had been, "shellshocked," even though all he was, was a medic in a South Carolina hospital during the war. The other, the father of my ex-wife, became a noted physician in Dayton Ohio, and then had a breakdown and was declared incompetent in 1955, taking his wife and two daughters back to live with his mother and eventually ending up in the same veterans home where he stayed until he died at 97 years of age.
Ron
Dan
Love ya!
Jane