Grandpa

While on a gravestone, he sat and stared; here's my Grandpa, he declared.

I remember the good times that we shared, sometimes we'd play, laugh, and joke, but he never scolded me for a dish I broke.

Whispered secrets in the fall. I hear him calling me from the hall.

Work was the first thing every day, then after that was time for play.

He always stood so tall and brave, and I really miss the love he gave.

A withered face and toothless smile, he stood tall through it all.

A mighty oak that wouldn't bend, he was strong until the end.

I hear his voice in the wind. I never had a better friend.

He exclaimed while on that stone that's my Grandpa, but now he's gone, so here by him I want to be when the time has come for me.