GRANDPA JOHN



Big and Strong

Lone gone,

But memories stay alive



I can still see him

Flannel shirt, brown work boots,

Leather gloves and a smile.



Milking cows, growing pumpkins,

Planting crops, working hard.



After his work was done

He could be found in his big green chair

With an empty lap

Waiting for me when I was three



No need to dream

While eating peaches and ice cream

We were a team.



Playing cards, tying my shoe,

Meeting his approval was easy to do.



One day he has a weakened heart

It needed a new start

Time was running out



Not any time to laugh and have fun

No more kisses and great big hugs.



Now he watches over me

Not a day goes by

With out a tear filling my eye.



I look at his picture

And I think he is still here

He has gone so far

But somehow he seems so near



--Cindy Bergfeld