I have to make a poem for my language arts teacher next year. So, I decided to make a poem about Grandaddy. It’s not completely done, I think I will add more.

I’m always thinking,

The memories he gave me.

The sent of him that I breathed in,

Every time I wrapped my arms around his legs.

Never wanting to let go.

His crooked smile made you love him.

That’s all i saw on his face

That smile.

Enjoying each moment with the generations he started.

The memories I hold,

Always checking to know they’re secure.

The treasure map he made,

All grandchildren trying to see it,

eager to know what he has hidden,

In the dunes.

When he made a crash,

Two kids in a wheelbarrow.

Laughing, with that smile he had.

His treasure was silver dollars.

Handing one out once a year to that one special grandchild.

Everyone who knew him thought of him as a hero

An amazing person

A mystery that couldn’t be solved.

Sitting on his lap,

I was safe.

The sent

The Smile

The mystery he held.

He filled my heart and mind.

Not a day goes by

Where i wish he would wake up,

Create a treasure map

or hold me in his arms again.

Oh, how happy I will be,

To see you again,

Grandaddy.