This Poem was Submitted By: Paul R Lindenmeyer On Date: 2001-01-28 13:51:37 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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"Gramps and me " at 40

I remember Sundays long ago, the skies were bright and clear. I stood beside a large brown stone and watched him kneel in prayer. I didn't know the reason, for we'd been to church that day, but I'd go and kneel beside him and he'd teach me how to pray. So side by side we'd kneel there until our prayers were done. Then I'd go fill the watering can; with him the work was fun! And then one day it came to me, how much he cherished life. The stone we knelt beside thoes days belonged to his dear wife. She wasn't here upon my birth, she never saw my face, still many times I'd visit her with him out at "our place". And so it went for many years, that trip of his and mine. We'd walk our road together but we never spoke of time. For time to me was coming, for him the time had past, so neither of us worried there how long our time would last.

Copyright © January 2001 Paul R Lindenmeyer

Additional Notes:
40 refers to age of piece.


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