Fond Memories

a poem i wrote in memory of my grandfather that passed away

Big strong hands, 

holding me

Holding me steady,

making sure I dont fall

 

Sitting on those broad shoulders

seeing over the crowd

Watching floats

of the passing parade

 

Being held in his arms

sitting on his lap

rocking in our favorite chair

watching television

 

Being told to set out

cookies and beer

getting told that even santa

like's a nice good beer

 

Looking back 

as the years pass by

Remembering all the stories

and all life's lessons he taught me

 

You were more then my friend

more then a gaurdian

even tho you're my grandfather

you treated me like a son

Author's Note

what do y'all think