You were
7 or 8 years old
and all
that could
be heard
throughout the
house was
dinosaurs
dinosaurs
dinosaurs!
not just any dinosaur
we had to go
twice a month down
to the San Diego
Natural history museum
for a $40.00 Carnegie
collection dinosaur.
to say in those
days that that
put a dent in
my beer
budget and
golf money is
an understatement,
but each month
just like the moon
following the sun
they came.
I might not of
been as tipsy
in those days
as before,
and my buddies
often left for golf
without me,
but I would not
of changed a
thing.
to be intoxicated by
the joy on your
face with
each new dinosaur
we bought,
to hear you struggle to
say each new
dinosaurs name
over and over again
until you
got it right,
these moments
with you
became the
bearings of
my life.
and even now
you at 34 years old
we still talk about
our treasures and
you have each
and every one,
and I can't wait for
you to have a
son and to
hear the
echo in
this old man's
heart.
dinosaurs
dinosaurs
dinosaurs.!
and answer "yes they
are my beautiful
grandson,
yes they are".