
My Grandpa
Went to China
On an ocean liner
All those years ago
One of the band
Pete the man
Swinging his saxophone.
And his clarinet?
He won’t forget
Still plays it like a winning bet.
For me as a child
I loved the wild
Raspberries in the yard
Gardens composing
Springtime roses
Offered delightful surprise.
Winter ushered in tradition
Celebration
Exaltation
Turkey smoked to near perfection
Purple grapes pressed into wine
Midnight snow fall so sublime
Dusting sleepy trees
With anticipation
Smokey autumn
Leaves red and brown
Crispy velvet piles abound
Earthy golden floating down
Nurtured contemplation
Summer evenings
Sonny and Cher
Rags gently woven through my hair
Rhubarb pies and sunny skies
Mowing the lawn as clouds roll by
Cradled by the warmth provided
A garden of memories
Cultivated
Over the landscape of my life.
Grandpa your love and your generous nature
Has enriched my life for much the better
And still amazing at 98
Every moment with you is a gift
From God.
By Andrea Hanson Kelley
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