I was very young when my Grandpa took me to a circus. He died when I was five but I have this memory to carry with me.

Grandpa died when I was five and memories of him are few.
One memory etched in my mind has a very vivid view.
We went to see the circus when it came into our town.
I saw many animals but my favorite was the clown.

I’m sure we had some popcorn and some cotton candy too.
I can’t remember what we drank but anything would do.
Then he pointed way upon high a man walking on a wire.
It was likely only twenty feet but to me it looked much higher.

I can’t remember much else from my evening in that tent.
But it meant so much to me because with him I went.
He didn’t have a lot of funds – I’m fairly sure of this.
But on that one short evening – I felt that we were rich.

I wonder how much fun he had on that very special night.
I hope he went home thinking that he’d done something right.
I pray I’ve given my own grand kids things that they can see
In their special memories -- so they’ll always think of me.