Frank D. Reimer 1923-2011

Grandpa

He worked in the wintery forests, his skin hardened by the cold

A man of many mysteries and stories left untold

He drained the Mennville wetlands and plowed its rocky fields

Of hay and grain and other crops little did they yield

How I wish I had loved him more, and how I wish I’d cared

To go out of my way back then, and with him good times share

A man so weary and bent with age no longer able to stand

I wish I’d been at his bedside to firmly hold his hand

I’m sorry my dear Grandpa, I’m sorry with all my heart

I long to have you back again and loving words impart

Life is to short to hold to these feelings of regret

For I know one day I’ll see you again, and we'll sing a sweet duet.