I remember so well
It was my Grandfather doing the tell
I would sit in his lap
Listening to stories from the wise old man
It was a story of a Woodsmen and an Ax
The narration of fireplace wood
The fire and where it stood
The dialog of how wood makes the fireplace flame
Embracing hour by hour and minute by minute
My mind began to understand
It was the warmth from the fireplace, but the true love of my Grandfather’s heart
Yet he used to tell me many other stories
Interesting and intrigue
I remained quite it and let my Grandfather proceed
Every given moment
Sooner not later, I would start to fall asleep
My Grandfather would kiss me on my forehead with my soul to keep
It was from lap to nap
My Grandfather would carry me to my bed
It was good night and sleep tight
There were dreams of dancing through the night
My Grandfathers delight tale’s
Legacy life of living, and remembering an old man.