He was sitting by himself all alone, <br />Down in a little corner. <br />Looking out of place, in the funeral home, <br />And away from all the mourners. <br /> <br />His dad walked up, and I heard him say, <br />Daddy can I go home? <br />I don't know why grandpa went away, <br />But he might be home alone. <br /> <br />I want to be there, when he gets back, <br />We were going fishing today. <br />He'll need his hooks and rods, and that burlap sack, <br />Where he puts the fish away. <br /> <br />His dad looked up, a tear in his eye, <br />And said 'grandpa's fishing now.' <br />But it's a great big lake, up in the sky, <br />And you can't go there right now. <br /> <br />He's fishing with his dad today, <br />They'll be fishing for some time. <br />They have a lot to do and say, <br />Cause to that lake it's a long steep climb. <br /> <br />They haven't seen each other, <br />In oh, so many years. <br />And grandpa's glad to see his father, <br />And both their eyes have tears. <br /> <br />And grandpa's a little boy again, <br />Just a fishing with his dad. <br />And on his face there's no more pain, <br />I hope for him your'e glad. <br /> <br />The little boy just smiled and said, <br />I guess I'm happy about that. <br />Yes for grampa I'm very glad, <br />But for me, I guess I'm sad. <br /> <br />I wanted to go fishing, with my grampa today. <br />But if you can take me, <br />To the lake, maybe the bay, <br />I'll go, my time is free. <br /> <br />I guess I'll wait to fish with grampa, <br />Till I can make it to his lake. <br />Maybe he'll find some secret spots, <br />I sure hope so, for my sake. <br /> <br />1/4/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandpa-s-lake/
