Oh Grandpa, how we loved to laugh
at the little things you'd do -
napkin tucked into your collar,
Equal always at hand
for that "strong potato flavor".
Clotheslines strung in minivans,
causing questions at borders.
Numbering the orchard blocks
and shaving while you walked.
Do you remember when Robert and I
stole your cart and tried to make it a car?
Or how mad you'd get
when you caught us peeling the birch tree?
And Grandpa, when we played Rummikub,
you'd impatiently urge us to hurry
then take your time at your turn.
Sneaking a cookie when I decorated with Gram,
I'd take out a snack to your studio.
Watching the slow, patient brush strokes
as your created life on the canvas.
You'd make me show off my latest piano piece
and you'd show off too -
the latest piece you'd composed.
How you'd beam with pride at our recitals!
Planting a hard, whiskery kiss on our cheeks.
On birthdays and at Christmas,
a harmonica has never sounded as sweet.
Always around the farm,
you'd come over and help me pick peaches.
Driving tractor, I'd climb up
To bring you a cup of water.
And when I was old enough to drive,
you flagged me down at the end of the field
to give me a frozen Snickers.
Picnics at the pond, where you sat
quietly watching the ones you loved.
A family so loud, so proud.
So beautiful, so bickering, so full.
As the old tree in the yard lost branches,
you nailed planks in their place
so your grandkids could still play.
Bingo bango, bingo bango...
Oh Grandpa, we love you.
in loving memory of
December 31, 1918 - August 31, 2011