In a follow-up to my previous post "How Great Thou Art," I wanted to publish the poem that I referred to in that blog. In case you were wondering about it, here it is. Try to be kind--remember, I was only 14 when I wrote it. So, without further adieu...
Memories of Grandpa
You can learn so much from a grandpa,
I know I certainly did.
He made sure I knew about life.
It all began when I was a kid.
He didn't just teach me things in books
(I learned those things in school),
but he showed me what friendship was
(and it's better than any jewel).
I remember when he babysat me,
and played calming gospel tunes.
He also taught me nursery rhymes.
I believe Grandpa really hung the moon.
Through trials and victories during disease,
Grandpa and I stuck together.
When I knew I just couldn't go on anymore,
Grandpa became tough as leather.
Grandpa was the father I never knew,
except he was a whole lot better.
The only was for me to tell him
was to write him this heartfelt letter.
I sure am glad I was bored during computer class.