THIS POEM IS WRITTEN WITH LOVE FOR MY GRANDFATHER!! A ONCE VERY STRONG MAN, THAT GAVE HIS ALL IN LIFE. HE HAS BATTLED THROUGH THIS LIFE AND NOW THE BATTLE IS ABOUT TO END!! I LOVE YOU GRANDPA
A TRIBUTE TO PAUL ROBERT CHESHIRE!!
As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching Grandpa's gaze.
I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.
Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your Strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.
But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I can not handle that you are near the end.
Please, Grandpa, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I can't stop that one last call.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Grandpa, say you're still proud of me.
By Cassandra Denham 4-27-2007
