A child's memory of days with Grandpa... |
I love to walk with Grandpa His steps are short like mine He doesn't say, "Now hurry up" He always takes his time. The days I spend with Grandpa Are filled with laughter, fun He tells me jokes that tickle And stories of his youth. He teaches me the Golden Rules The "thank you" and the "Please" He doesn't say an angry word When I forget my manners. He tells me people like to hurry They dash and rush all over town They miss the fun to talk and share A walk and stroll with loved ones. He shows me worms that wriggle And birds that sing and fly His favorite are flowers, trees He grows in his backyard. He speaks of love and freedom The qualities that never fade He shares his pain when Grandma "left" He knows one day he'll be with her. Sometimes we linger by the river To watch the fishes rush and run We make and share a paper boat To sail among the fishes. There was one day We missed our walk 'Cause Grandpa's legs were poor That hurt him much with pain. And so we sat under his trees To watch the butterflies To listen hard for breezy winds That float across his yard. Gosh, miracle his legs were healed Like new, growing branches on trees We walk again, we laugh some more Because our daily walk is fun. I remember well one sunny day During our walk under the sun I run along, while Grandpa walks What fun for me to win the race! I remember, too, his love for me The smiles and kisses I now miss Believe me, Grandpa, I miss you As I recall our walks of fun. I miss you, Grandpa, I really do, I miss you more when morning comes I miss you more than toys and things That grow and live in your backyard. |