A Grandpa to Remember

by Kenneth Hoffman
(Morristown, NJ , USA)

Sometimes I miss my old grandfather,
For he was always there to bother.
He'd walk with me 'til he was pooped
And talk with me - out on the stoop.
There was nothing he didn't know -
A book of knowledge from head to toe.
He was sometimes stern and sometimes funny,
But he always got me feeling sunny.
If ever a grandchild climbs on my knee,
I hope I'm the grandpa he'd like me to be.

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Aug 15, 2011
by: Anonymous

It looks like I have a fan of one. I love your art - it's so diversified and beautiful.

Aug 15, 2011
by: McCollonough Ceili

What a sweet collection of words and memories honoring what sounds like a very loving and noble man. Great job. More please.

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