by Anne Sikes

Grandpa was a gentle man,  his memory so very clear.

Remembering him makes me smile, a sweet smile it is.

And a quiet man was he, never saying more than was

Necessary.  Grandma made up for it though, as Grandpa

Donned a smile, sitting with hands folded, eyes twinkling,

Pretending not to be bothered by her outspokenness,

And waiting anxiously for his westerns to come on the tv.


About Anne Sikes

"But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us." (2 Cor. 4:7) Sharing the journey through daily thoughts and struggles, examination of Scripture, poetry, music and art.
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7 Responses to Grandpa

    • Anne Sikes says:

      Thank you very much…thought I responded to this, but don’t see it, so hope this won’t be a duplicate. I miss him still, even with all the time that’s passed. He was awesome! –Anne

  1. I like your poem! Your grandpa sounds like a very special person.

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