A Great Man

My grandfather passed away recently and it has been very tough on the entire family. He was a wonderful papa, and I miss him everyday. I am by no means a poet, but sometimes writing helps me get out what I am feeling - cheesy as it may be. I am thinking about doing some artwork for it and binding it as a children's book for my kids. I would love for them to remember him.

Furman Edward Sims June 17, 1929-July 21, 2010

Grandpas are funny. They like to play games

Grandpa’s are loving, the make up nicknames

Grandpa’s are silly, they dance and they sing

Grandpa’s are strong and protect you from “things”

My grandpa was special, he lives in my heart

As long as I love him, we’re never apart

I remember the times that we would share

Laughing and joking without a care

He’d say “whatcha wanna do” and I would say dance

Then we would hop all around like there were ants in our pants

Late nights he’d find me tucked into bed

He’d whisper to ask me if I had been fed

He would know the answer but it mattered not

He had some great goodies in bags or in pots

And at night we’d eat, no matter how late

Ice cream, burgers, sleeping could wait

There were times when he’d give me 5 dollars to spend

And before I knew it 5 dollars was 10

And as the day would go on it would multiply more

And I’d spend lots of time back and forth to the store.

My grandpa will always live on in my mind

Forever and always in my heart you will find

My sweet recollections of times that we shared

And all the reminders of how much he cared

I love you Papa!