*He tapped me on the shoulder
Before he had to go
Said I'll be your Guardian Angel
I just wanted you to know
He said he knows no one who went
That came back and then complained
So he guessed the place was pretty nice
And was sure he'd want to stay
He knew he'd see my grandma
Who had went three years before
She'd been waiting for him patiently
To walk him through God's door
Then he asked us not to worry
Said he knows what is in store
He was pleased with the life he lived
And knew God would show him more
Spent his last three weeks with family
Where he said his sweet goodbyes
My final memory of this man
Was the brave ending to his life
He would give to me this passion
But to the world he gave much more
The life he lived was one of love
He was the gift I most adored*
In Memory
Sgt. Harold Addison Yates
My Grandfather
Carl Joseph Roberts
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
*He tapped me on the shoulder
Before he had to go
Said I'll be your Guardian Angel
I just wanted you to know
He said he knows no one who went
That came back and then complained
So he guessed the place was pretty nice
And was sure he'd want to stay
He knew he'd see my grandma
Who had went three years before
She'd been waiting for him patiently
To walk him through God's door
Then he asked us not to worry
Said he knows what is in store
He was pleased with the life he lived
And knew God would show him more
Spent his last three weeks with family
Where he said his sweet goodbyes
My final memory of this man
Was the brave ending to his life
He would give to me this passion
But to the world he gave much more
The life he lived was one of love
He was the gift I most adored*
In Memory
Sgt. Harold Addison Yates
My Grandfather
Carl Joseph Roberts
A true story written with tears. I miss this man who fought in two wars, was a prisoner in World War 2 then came home and served as a Sergeant with the Columbus Police Dept. My Grandfather gave to me my Love for poetry. He passed several years ago but is missed every day.
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