Claire's Blog

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.