I received a few little letters Scattered by my shining sun Digitally mastered, he has overcome Somewhat (insert a pause) (I struggle for the word For mixing up letters - you know the one) DYSLEXIA! He enquired about his grand sire Wanting to know everything Every little thing For he perished when he was very young He then recounted to me His one remaining memory Of finding a tiny little turtle With great glee and awe On a walk between our two houses And their interchange there and back Now I can but wonder Would he have any idea that one small adventure Would be all that remained In a boy’s mind, now a man With two boys of his own Of their short time together in life? When he swung his walking stick And batted that tiny turtle into the pond Would he have reached over And picked it up instead? Or let the boy who was so excited To find a tiny turtle on a walk With his beloved Papaw That memory has the same impact As your walking stick on a tiny turtle I suppose. I do indeed wonder as I sit to compose Words for my grand babes to find And come to know me by And I let that Sun’s memory guide me On our little walks now.... We might find a little tiny turtle.
True story. I would appreciate honest feedback. I’m leaving a revised version in my journal for my children and grandchildren when I am gone.