An Elegy to a Grandfather

Salty mist, the smell of fish

With a slight scent of decay

Was the pier where my Grandfather fished

He loved to fish and loved to carve wood

He always smiled at least once a day

He loved to watch me cackle and play

He could always be found in his workshop

Working wood into beautiful things

Even a rocking horse for me

Now he does not fish or carve wood

Even though we wish, he could

The workshop’s empty with barely a sound

We sometimes hear the echo of a hammer pound

My father saved him on his deathbed

Even though he is now dead

He is in a better place

We miss him badly nearly every day

Now my Grandfather is up in heaven

Catching fish among the clouds

Carving wood without a doubt

This was a class assignment that turn into a release for me. When I wrote this I came to know that even though my grandfather had passed away I know I will see him again because my father was able to lead him to the Lord at the age of 76. I was able to see him transform before my eyes and I knew he was truly in the hands of the Lord. My grandfather loved to make me laugh and show me cool things in his back yard like bugs and wood working. In fact I still have the rocking horse that he made for me 16 years ago. I am told I have his humor and I can make people laugh like he did. I hope this makes you think about those that might have passed and remember the cool things about them. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think. If you really like it sign up with your e-mail to receive each and ever poem or prose I post.