Grandpa - My Friend
My grandfather was my friend.
He held me as an infant when I couldn't hold myself up,
I'm sure changed my diaper more times than he desired.
Always he was ready to whittle a boat from wine cork,
And let me be endlessly fascinated with its floating.
He wondered me with tales of the great world war,
of life in a different time, another age.
His vast store of tools he taught me to use,
and made sure I had plenty of opportunities for application.
An accomplished fisherman,
he first showed me to string and tie tackle,
then wondered as I caught more fish than he.
A hunter, he instructed me
to recognize signs of cloven hooved beasts.
For some reason he seemed content,
allowing new drivers to operate his quick cars.
His house always open, always the aroma of good food to greet you, and the sounds of televised sports,
more loudly his instructions to the players and especially referees.
Always for bringing family together,
with the cohesions of loving fellowship, and pork roast, dessert, wine, cigars.
Always ready to give time, talent, treasure, encouragement
and occasionally detailed instructions to a project or cause.
Strong of character, will and conviction,
he never knew the extent to which those attributes rubbed off and continue to influence.
Teacher, supporter, foreman, one who cared.
Most of all he was my friend.