My Grandparents
I remember my Grandfather with his curly white hair,
He used to sit and read in his old rocking chair.
He always smoked a pipe and blew smoke into the air.
He blew little smoke rings, like sugar donuts that floated up there.
I was so fascinated..."How could he do that?"
The rings were so perfect, I just couldn't believe it.
When he was done with his pipe, he would put it in the ashtray.
The ashtray was on a small table by his right side.
I loved my Grandfather, and I'd sit upon his knee,
He'd hug me, read me stories, and tell me he loved me.
I loved my Grandmother, as she was so very sweet you see.
She was soft and tender and always had time for me.
She baked lots of goodies, and she gave some to me,
She cooked and cleaned, and was always so busy
But took time out to hug me as I'd go flying by.
And she'd always have time to love me whenever I would cry.
She had a beautiful flower garden with flowers galore,
There was a rock path from her garden to her door.
The rocks were flat, some were large and others were small,
There were so many I couldn't count them all.
I remember her beautiful hollyhocks the best.
I only know I loved her so,
and I always hated it when I had to go.
My Grandparents have a special place in my heart,
They will always be there as they are a part
of my soul.
My grandparents have been gone for many, many years,
but I still think about them, sometimes with tears.
I wish I could turn back the pages of time,
And tell them I love them just one more time.
Yes, Just One More Time!
�Darlene Johnson Clark
Used with permission