7 October 2012
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
Grandpa Joe • Opuss № I