The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there?”
He gazed upon the little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and then he asked “Grandpa, will you read to me?”
The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wondrous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore
Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We’re much like books, what’s important is inside”
But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty?  Where did his Grandpa go?
She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind
And he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You are not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And when opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there?”

Reposted from Nov 2013

About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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8 Responses to Grandpa

  1. quiall says:

    That was beautiful! It made me weep, remembering . . .


  2. praeze says:

    It made me cry… I miss my Grandpa


  3. George says:

    Beautiful….when did you write this?


  4. Edwin Best says:

    wonderful – in the true meaning of the word!


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