Grandpa, I Miss You

Grandpa, I miss You
He was a man of many talents,
Just his physical presence displayed an aura,
He was devoted to his family's balance,
He was often dressed in his fedora.

Physically he was of medium build,
Jet black hair, always in place,
He did his best to make sure all were fulfilled,
With a feeling of importance no matter the race.

Possessing eyes of a gray hue,
A piercing gaze at all times,
Just one glance, he could stare you through,
When serious his stare, one oft felt of crimes.

Grandpa's hands displayed years of unending toil,
His fingers were thick at the joints,
They spoke of the hard work they did embroil,
His hands were ample pinpoints.

His strength, shown through the years,
He was called upon often to demonstrate,
He never displayed any humanly fears,
Yes, his hard working nature, an obvious trait!

His smile was constant and beaming,
His stature straight and tall
Both accented his eyes, ever so gleaming,
He was the epitome of one who could enthrall!

He was devoted to family his entire life,
Loving his family each and all,
He spent sixty plus years with Alta, his wife,
His memory lives in our hearts as a shadow that was tall.