Today is a really special day. It’s my grandfather’s birthday. I am not feeling so hot today so I will refer you back to a poem I wrote on November 5, 2007. We miss him everyday, not a day goes by I don’t think about him. This isn’t the best poem but it’s what he meant to me.
You were such a wonderful man,
With rough, yet gentle hands;
Called husband, friend, Peepaw and Dad,
A caring and loving soul you had;
The kindest eyes behind your cap,
There was always room upon your lap;
Worked so hard for many years,
For a family you loved so dear;
You cared for every one of us,
No matter if we caused a fuss;
We will never forget you,
The husband, friend, Peepaw and Dad we knew.