He was the only grandfather I knew.
Dad\'s father died when he was still a child.
I spent precious little time in his company,
We lived so far apart.
And he preferred sitting and
Quietly smoking his corn-cob pipe
To interaction with kids.
But I\'ll never forget his presence,
The strong well-lived German man
Of unwavering character and calm.
It leaves me to wonder ...
Just what might my grandchildren
Remember of me?