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o open with prayer” My eyes would tear up I wish my Dad could be there,</p><p id="e391">Gramps would tell me I am not your Dad, But your Dad was my son And the best son that I had.</p><p id="556a">My Gramps reminded, me of my Dad, He was so smart, and such a big man, …However, after losing my Dad… “Gramps, I will never understand.”</p><p id="14ae">That caused another session Before Gramps would let me go We must trust in God, For reasons we don’t know.</p><p id="c818">Gramps took off his watch And he gave it to me on that day. It was so large, On my wrist, it would not stay.</p><p id="0d1a">Guess who gave me that watch, When I turned 63. It was a special gift, Your Dad gave to me.</p><p id="7d5a">He gave this watch, When he turned 47 Just two years, Before he went to Heaven.</p><p id="8372">Son, wear his watch And try not to be sad Just remember his Love And all the “time” that you had.</p><p id="bfa7">I wore that watch It was magical to wear It gave me a purpose I felt like I was walking on air.</p><p id="9f90">I wore that watch As I showed it to all Until that day in school My name, the Principal called.</p><p id="a208">Son, I have some bad news As I quickly looked at my watch I forgot to wind it… And saw the watch had just stopped.</p><p id="ee42">We are going to your house Your Mom needs you today I am sorry to tell you But your Gramps passed away.</p><p id="10c0">I w

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ore the watch to his funeral The hands still stuck on 10:37 It eased my fears, knowing Dad and Gramps, Are together in heaven.</p><p id="c2c6">Saying Good-Bye, to the strongest two men I know Saying Good-Bye, thanking them to help me grow I’m reminded of the advice that Gramps once told me, We must trust in God, for reasons we don’t know.</p><p id="ee00">Love you both, rest well, I have the “Watch” now. “Literally and Figuratively.”</p><p id="0490">Thanks for the read. Al. <a href="undefined">Wire Editor Newman</a></p><div id="d770" class="link-block"> <a href="https://wireeditornewman.medium.com/19a4732ba307?source=friends_link&amp;sk=20f31b43bd3960a35df906a46db30722"> <div> <div> <h2>Medium</h2> <div><h3>Edit description</h3></div> <div><p>wireeditornewman.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="4308"><a href="https://wireeditornewman.medium.com/grandmothers-house-3c44dae76470">Grandmothers house home cooking | Medium</a></p><p id="8c50"><a href="https://wireeditornewman.medium.com/that-magnificent-tree-e0aa12991e52">Wire Editor Newman Tree Hugger Poetry | Medium</a></p></article></body>

Two Giants in My Life

Reflecting on the two men I miss the most

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As a child in the summer And more adventures and fun I was off to my grandparents For three months in the sun.

They had everything A little boy would need A bicycle, a go-cart And on their porch, some iced tea.

My Grandpa was a Veteran And now became a Preacher That is after he retired, When he once was a teacher.

He taught me how to fish And he taught me how to pray His lessons of Mercy and Grace Have stayed with me till today.

Train up a child, In the way he should grow. I’ll love you forever, Gramps, just wanted you to know.

So many verses From Genesis to Revelations He preached them all All across the generations.

He prepared his sermon And delivered it to me The plan of Salvation He wanted me to see.

In his office, I would deliver a prayer Next was his sermon I was so proud to be there.

Fast forward to Sunday Sitting on those old, wooden pews I had already heard his sermon But no one ever knew.

“I would like my grandson To open with prayer” My eyes would tear up I wish my Dad could be there,

Gramps would tell me I am not your Dad, But your Dad was my son And the best son that I had.

My Gramps reminded, me of my Dad, He was so smart, and such a big man, …However, after losing my Dad… “Gramps, I will never understand.”

That caused another session Before Gramps would let me go We must trust in God, For reasons we don’t know.

Gramps took off his watch And he gave it to me on that day. It was so large, On my wrist, it would not stay.

Guess who gave me that watch, When I turned 63. It was a special gift, Your Dad gave to me.

He gave this watch, When he turned 47 Just two years, Before he went to Heaven.

Son, wear his watch And try not to be sad Just remember his Love And all the “time” that you had.

I wore that watch It was magical to wear It gave me a purpose I felt like I was walking on air.

I wore that watch As I showed it to all Until that day in school My name, the Principal called.

Son, I have some bad news As I quickly looked at my watch I forgot to wind it… And saw the watch had just stopped.

We are going to your house Your Mom needs you today I am sorry to tell you But your Gramps passed away.

I wore the watch to his funeral The hands still stuck on 10:37 It eased my fears, knowing Dad and Gramps, Are together in heaven.

Saying Good-Bye, to the strongest two men I know Saying Good-Bye, thanking them to help me grow I’m reminded of the advice that Gramps once told me, We must trust in God, for reasons we don’t know.

Love you both, rest well, I have the “Watch” now. “Literally and Figuratively.”

Thanks for the read. Al. Wire Editor Newman

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