A poem about my Grandfather - His name was Keenis - he is buried in the cemetery next to the home that he lived in from 1914 til his death in 1985. Grandpa The familys all gathered at the old home once again, Just one last time to see the old man. From near and from far, theyve come to say their goodbyes. God only knows the tears that theyve cried. Memories abound of scenes long ago as they buried the old man Ive always loved so. As the preacher man prayed, he said Lord, let him come to his children in dreams, and show them the way for their souls to redeem. I bowed my head and said my own prayer. With hurt in our souls, we all just stood there. That day is over now and time has gone by. Sometimes as I remember, I still cry. He was a man of wisdom, courage and grace. When I think of him, I can still see his gentle face. I feel so lucky to have known him at all. The man I speak of is my beloved Grandpa! By Christine Ray
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 03:47:47 +0000
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