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That “Grand Idea” of traveling          going with the Snowbirds                                      as in herds Changing with the Seasons... For what ever reasons... Changed when seven pounds                of squirm and delight          was cradled in my arms-           five years ago that night Instant Love as from Above Never to cease, never to release a 24/7 little boy, Tony Boy,              (and Lucy too)      Filling my life with Joy. I wondered at times       how it would be... Retired...      Just my wife          and me. And when I weighed the cost Thought of the loss Someone else called “Grandpa”. The little voices saying “Grandpa!”, “Poppa!” Rang louder still, louder beyond all measure than all the sites and sounds the world could offer. No other decision was possible to make Than to spend my life raising my “children” Building memories, building lives. Instilling character the only way I know...    Loving and living,        and when necessary -- using words. My “children” will live their life,         living memories,           giving memories,         creating memories, of times when they were young Saying,      “I love you Grandpa.”                     “I love you Poppa.” Hearing,   “I love you too my child.” Knowing, “See you in the morning.”                       Refers to Heaven. “The greatest love you can show is to give your life for your family.”      (It is a paraphrase but      consider the original Author.)
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Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
Retirement
That “Grand Idea” of traveling          going with the Snowbirds                                      as in herds Changing with the Seasons... For what ever reasons... Changed when seven pounds                of squirm and delight          was cradled in my arms-           five years ago that night Instant Love as from Above Never to cease, never to release a 24/7 little boy, Tony Boy,              (and Lucy too)      Filling my life with Joy. I wondered at times       how it would be... Retired...      Just my wife          and me. And when I weighed the cost Thought of the loss Someone else called “Grandpa”. The little voices saying “Grandpa!”, “Poppa!” Rang louder still, louder beyond all measure than all the sites and sounds the world could offer. No other decision was possible to make Than to spend my life raising my “children” Building memories, building lives. Instilling character the only way I know...    Loving and living,        and when necessary -- using words. My “children” will live their life,         living memories,           giving memories,         creating memories, of times when they were young Saying,      “I love you Grandpa.”                     “I love you Poppa.” Hearing,   “I love you too my child.” Knowing, “See you in the morning.”                       Refers to Heaven. “The greatest love you can show is to give your life for your family.”      (It is a paraphrase but      consider the original Author.)
(c) 09-27-2010 John Stevens
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Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
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