NOT A MOMENT SPENT

NOT A MOMENT SPENT 

Granddad... that's what I call you. 
I am writing to tell you 
In so few words, that I look up to you. 
You carry stories that I will never forget. 
The advice you give I will always respect. 

I recall fond memories of growing up. 
I recall the cool calm way you treated us. 

Remember when you would reach into 
Your deep pocket and pull out a quarter or two? 
It was like passing out love and giving with praise. 
We knew that chump change wasn't much those days. 
But we still remained faithful and said, "Thanks!" anyway. 

I wish that this poem could at least make up 
For all the free haircuts. 
Lord knows I'm well overdue. 
You did so much that you didn't have to do. 
It's a blessing just to know you. 

Your house is the place to go to 
When I want to talk with you 
And listen to wisdom that brightens one's day. 
It's like you know just what to say. 

It's amazing how much you believed in me. 
No one can see just what you mean to me. 
You have made that much of an impact, 
And there is not a moment spent... 
That I would take back. 

I love you... 

R.I.P Joseph Green 
(To my brothers and sisters he was our Grandfather, 
not by blood, but by love.) 

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[TyroneMalone]

thanks frugoojuan, as my first poem posted I wanted something close to my heart. Blessings.

[frugoojuan]

makes me think of my grandfather