Grandfather Poem

A poem of a child remembering Grandpa, the times they shared, and the love he bestowed

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© Tammy L. Chasteen

Published: Feb 2006

Dedicated To Grandpa

I remember how he used to twiddle his thumbs,
I remember how he used to sit in his chair.
I remember how he breathed real loud,
I remember all the times we shared.

I remember the old brown car he owned,
I remember how he always played the .
I remember all the collection of stamps,
I remember his house in Florida on Poppy.

I remember fishing with cane poles in his pond,
I remember feeding the rabbits and picking the eggs.
I remember eating everything on my plate,
I remember how he used to tell me there's no meat on my legs.

I remember the smiles and the laughter on his face,
I remember good times and bad.
I remember talking to him the very last time,
I will always remember him saying "I love you too" which made me glad.

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