Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Grandpa

A Grandpa

There was a man;
A kind man;
A gentle man.

He came from another time and place.
Sweeping his hardships to the side of his new life,

He gave more than he took.

Sweet Face, Welcoming Smile, Genteel Manner.

This man will never come again.

We will never see the likes of this man.

Where does a man like this go? Where does he fit when his work is done?

He lives in hearts and memories and words.

Hearts are bigger, Memories are vivid, Words are spoken with love,

Just because he was here.

~Susie Spear Bruhn

A dear friend of mine wrote this poem. She said the photograph of my Grandpa inspired her to write it. She is the sweetest person and writes about many things. The things she has written that I've had the good fortune to read have all been written with love and her good heart shines through all the words. I have a few writings of hers that I've intended to post and will do so one day. I've known her for many years ~ since I was a young child living at my Grandpa's house ~ but I haven't seen her since high school. Through email, she contacted me about 4 years ago. I'm so glad she did. We've been corresponding ever since and getting to know her again has been a blessing to me. We live in different areas of the country, but plan to meet one day.
Thank you, my friend, for sharing this poem. It is beautiful and speaks lovingly about all the Grandfathers who worked hard to make a good life for their families. I hope you won't mind that I've shared it. I believe anything that stirs emotions of love should be shared.


Jan said...

Thank you for sharing your friends words. Its funny, just today I wrote out the story as told to me by my grandfather (in 1980) about how he and my grandmother met back in 1920. This poem fits so well.

pinkglitterfae said...

not many people can write as beautifully as your friend. I saw the photo of your grandfather she mentioned, and I can see why she was inspired by it. He looks like he was such a kind , and wise man. You were lucky to have him, and he still looks over you I am sure