1973
My Grandfather
September 1973


“My Grandfather,” Friend, Sept. 1973, 32

My Grandfather

My grandfather and I,

We walk and talk

And watch the ants climb

The dry weed stalk.

Sometimes we stop and

Hunt four-leaf clovers

While Grandfather tells

Stories over and over.

Grandfather has hands

That are big and warm.

They soothe away hurts

And hold away harm.

My grandfather’s hands

Can build a sand castle,

Roll up a fat snowman,

Or make willow whistles.

Grandfather has time—

I guess that’s the reason

He’s a special person

Whatever the season!