R.K. "Bob" Martin
29 Oct 1921–16 Aug 1997
"My Grandpa"
a poem by Jimi Lynn Schmidt
******You were always
there ...listening to my problems, ...absorbing my words,...and giving me
all the answers.
******As we would sit at the kitchen table ...it was my
turn to listen. ...And listen was what I did.
******You would tell me your
stories. ...Your stories about the war and how you fought. ...I would listen.
******You told me about ...how you were little. ...And I would listen again.
******How could I forget the stories, ..."When I was your age"?
******And that one.. ..."When your mom brought that one boy home".
******And your words of advice to me, ..."You'll know that he is the
one ...just like I knew Grandma was the one". ...I was always there
listening.
******I was there at the hospital ...listening to you tell me
...that you were going to get out of ...there one way or another.
******I
was there at the funeral ...listening to the service. ...I was there at the
grave ...listening to the words that were said.
******Now I sit at the kitchen
table alone. ...Still listening to the stories. ...The stories that are still
in my heart.
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We miss you daddy. S,B,B,S,S,B,P & B.