Go Ask Grandpa

When I was a child

my grandpa knew everything,

he had deep pockets

that never ran out of change,

always felt so safe

when in his care

because he was never afraid,

but most of all he always could smile,

just an old cowboy

who may have fallen out of his saddle

one too many times

yet could grin and make me laugh.

 

Now I’m on the other side

of that bond

with a grandson of  my own,

oh it sure looks different

from this point of view,

been able to learn a thing to two

about what made my grandpa

always seem to smart.

 

It’s called having a good imagination

or how to stretch the truth

so it gets as worn out

as the sagging skin on an aging body.

 

Guess I have learned that part

extra well,

since my son and daughter in law cringe

when they imagine what gems

my grandson will share from me

once he starts school.