Grandpa Drank Coffee From a Bowl
Grandpa drank coffee from a bowl.
He'd swirl around the steaming brown liquid
Before slurping the goodness up.
In between gulps of the burning brew
He would dunk a doughnut stick in it
To make each bite taste like coffee.
Grandpa was a master at checkers and
Taught me to play.
More than that, he taught me how to be a good sport.
If I lost, I ran away screaming and pitching a fit.
One day, Grandpa lost, and he ran away screaming and pitching a fit.
Point taken. Lesson learned.
Grandpa showed me how silly I was being.
Grandpa was not a wealthy man
But, he made me and my brothers feel like we were.
With every visit, he would hand us each
A hankerchief with a bundle of ten or so pennies inside.
Grandpa took me to church.
He showed me how to pray.
At first, I thought he went to sleep during the service.
He was the first man that ever showed me what
Loving God looked like.
Grandpa was my hero.
I was his angel cake.
No better buddy will I ever find.
Grandpa found out he had cancer.
But, it was already too late.
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