In honor of grandparents day (September 7), I decided to post a poem I wrote shortly after my grandfather’s death. He was such an important and special part of my life. When he passed away, I truly felt like my childhood had ended. Hopefully this poem will give you some insight into just how WONDERFUL he was.
In All Seasons
He was in-house forts
built with chairs, worn bed sheets
and the whirl of an electric fan.
He was the knee-horse
bucking you through
that old “field tum a wield.”
He was the recipe
of drowsy mornings, mixed heartily
with cartoons and cereal
baked in the glow of a well-stoked fire.
He was 3 AM Christmas mornings
of a letter to Santa that came true
by that austere Christmas fir.
He was the song
“Doodle-bug, won’t you come out tonight”
accompanied by the sounds of tractor tinkering.
He was a day of long walks
down that yellow dirt road
that always lead to my
favorite candy bar and Coke.
He was tractor rides
catered with iced watermelon
and straight-from-the-field sugar cane.
He was a push on the tattered rope tree swing
that sent you to the heavens and back.
In all seasons,
He was a child’s day of play
that even the sunset could not end.
But mostly, he was my grandaddy,
this child’s best friend.