by Lisa Siebert

 In passing times and moments

    we think of you again

you were so kind and gentle

you were our perfect friend.

    It started with a knee ride

and song to make us laugh,

soon nature’s simple pleasures

were the beginnings of our craft.

Whistles, bows and arrows,

you made them from the land,

a man with understanding

and the largest pair of hands.

Respect is something special

    you had it from the start,

we’ll always remember this

    deep inside our hearts.

You see, there really is no end

for the memories stay within

    this patient, gentle giant

Our Grandpa. Our Friend.