His smile lights up as he sees me approach,
Small in stature, but great in heart.
He lifts me high up in the air
His heart and mine…we each can hear.
When I am sad or have been a little “bad”,
Pop Pop corrects me with his words,
Gentle ones, but all I heard was a kind tone,
A soft smile would cross his face.
I knew at once I had found good grace,
I am just a little fellow of four.
Looking for acceptance, love….
And maybe a little more.
When in church, he holds me close
I get to sit upon his knee.
There is so much comfort there..
With just my Pop Pop and me.
He takes me for wheelbarrow rides
While I laugh and say, “Look at me!”
This is why today is just for..
My Pop Pop and me.
© Ann Marie Fisher
IN HONOR OF GENE AND MICHAEL
Psalm 18: 1 ~ I will love thee, O LORD, my strength. |
