Grandpa Joe

(I've picked this one as it was something totally different for me, I had the name in my head and the rest just flowed. I imagined the Deep South when writing it or Morgan Freeman reading it)

Ole grandpa Joe, now there was a man
Six feet tall, drove a black sedan.

Took me fishing on sunny days,
We ate jello sandwiches and drank lemonade.

I hated church, but he'd make me go in
Said if I didn't it was a terrible sin.

He'd hold my hand, and sing out loud
"Well done boy, you've done me proud."

We'd play baseball sometimes, after school
To get a home run, I'd break every rule

He loved to dance, did ole grandpa Joe
He swirl mom round the kitchen, to and fro.

Like Ginger Rogers, and Fred Astaire
They looked just like they were dancing on air.

He'd tell me stories, and make me laugh
Said Father Flynn had a neck like a giraffe.

Grandpa Joe got real sick one day
Didn't go to church, or come out to play

Mom said he was tired and needed to rest
Told me to "hush up now", it was for the best

I'd sit on the porch, and play fetch with Jack
It wasn't the same, I wanted grandpa back

So when mom wasn't looking, I sneaked up to his room
The curtains were closed, there was too much gloom

I sat by his bed, on the old cane chair
There was a funny smell, that hung in the air.

He opened his eyes, and gave me a smile
"Ah boy, its good to see you, its been a while"

"I saw that perch Grandpa Joe, the one that got away"
"The one with the silver fin, the other day"

He smiled again and took my hand
"My time has come, boy." But I didn't understand.

He coughed a lot, did grandpa Joe
He was dying in front of me, but I didn't know.

Mom came in and said I was a pest
Shoooed me out, "grandpa Joe needs rest."

I sat upon the porch, feeling real bad
Then I heard a familiar voice "Son, don't be sad"

There he was, with fishing rod in his hand
Grandpa Joe, next to his black sedan