When I was but a child
I would sit enraptured at the knee
Listening so very earnestly
To what my grandfather would say to me
So many stories he would share
Of life – how it was when he was young
I would hear tales about macaroni shells
And how they grow outside on trees
Stories about children growing up
Silly mistakes that they would make
And I knew to never take most things he said
Very seriously, because he might just be kidding me
For a sense of humour he did have
He could make me laugh when I was feeling sad
Lighten the air with only a smile or hug
And I do so miss him now very much
Not all his words were humorous jokes
For wise thoughts he would also share
Warning me that growing old
Is not for the faint-hearted, one must be strong
People fill our hearts with stories they tell
Infuse our vision with their lives and their love
And one day we find they have been taken from us
Leaving only memories as a faded note
That they lived and we loved them
For a short while they were alive as we are now –
Our own stories will touch younger hearts
As our hearts were touched when we were young
Superb 🙂 mine is a prose today but similar..
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Hi saya, I enjoyed your post too! 🙂
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Favorite story tellers are grandparents…. makes me wonder if I would make a good one ? Great post ….. you write so well !
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Thank you, I enjoyed your posts too! 🙂
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Beautiful tribute! 🙂
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Thank you, made me sad remembering all the family close to me that are no longer here.
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I can relate to that; thank you for sharing your memories.
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That’s great to have those kind of memories and life lessons… if I could do one thing differently in my life.. I would really like to have been more active with the older relatives in my family…
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Yes, we used to have lovely times with all our grandparents. Sadly they are all passed now.
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Well its bound to happen but at least you were able to say you knew them
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I like your comment, yes, it is bound to happen!
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Sorry it’s just that that is the only sure thing we have in this life…
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This only reminds me of how precious time is and were when my grandparents were alive and how i miss them. I don’t speak my grandparents mother tongue but i never realized that i knew some words until i started writing (a book project) simply because i remembered what i used to hear my grandparents say when i was a little girl. These memories were kept in some corner of my mind. We never realize how beautiful life is until we start loosing the people we love.
Great post!
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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So sweet and gentle in every words ❤ Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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This reminds me of my grand father he died when I wAs eight did not get a many chances to hear stories from him but he was a great writer in his times through his books I read I feel he is tellng me stories 🙂
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Thank you so much for sharing, good to meet you! Vonita 🙂
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What type of books did he write? My children are growing up without knowing grandparents, they only have one whom they’ve only seen a couple of times. We spent so much time with all four of our grandparents, it was such a privilege and I knew a great grandmother as well.
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Great story our Grandparents had life experiences we would never imagine. Thank you so much for finding and following my blog.
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Thank you for stopping by at mine too, good meeting you, Vonita 🙂
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Very well articulated! Reminded me of my grandfather and the numerous stories he narrated in my childhood. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, glad it could resonate with you! 🙂
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That’s a very nice remembrance of your grandfather. It was a pleasure to read.
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Thank you, was fortunate to know all my grandparents, my children are growing up without any (my father is alive but they have only seen him a couple of times)
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I was so pleased to hear your grandfather had such a funny sense of humor! Besides this, a wonderful and wise mind sharing with you as his granddaughter at his knee. 🙂
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He did have a great sense of humor, that I can say for him! He loved to tell jokes and makes us laugh. Whenever we slept over he would always make us tea, wonderful memories!
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This is amazingly poignant, Vonita. I can relate to it so well. It also lifts above life and makes us watch its beautiful circle!
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Thank you, Erika! ❤️
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When a blogger dares speak of home, family or religion, they are taking a step not often seen these days. Good for you!
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