Dear infant Grandson.

If from this world, Grandpa does depart.

Before you have mastered our language too an art.

My dreams, my desires, were to prepare you for this world.

I wanted to show you my maps.

And teach you how to read my collection of charts.

I believe you are my reason for being here. 

Right from the very start.

I want to be your navigator, your ship-shape crew.

That is what I thought would be my part.

Your Father, my Son, is a great man.

To follow in his footsteps, would be a good start.

Your Father followed in my footsteps. 

That is how you got here.

You cute little fart.

(I love you)

 

By JD Bardo