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?
- Author: Louis Gibbs ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2017 07:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A retired railroad engineer who worked his way up from coal-shoveler; The only family survivor of cholera on the boat trip over from Germany; He was a gentle rock of a man.
- Category: Reflection
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