A few years ago, when he was in 8th grade, my nephew wrote this poem. I think sharing it is very fitting at this time of year. To me, it puts the holidays in perspective. It’s not about the gifts – it’s about the relationships.
He is My Grandfather
By John Corbett
He lives in Minnesota
I used to live there
He lives hours from a big city
I live 15 minutes from one
He is old
I am young
He is the one who taught me how to fish
I am the one who watched with urgency
He is the one who bought me my first fishing pole
I am the one who used it with great care
He is the one who gave me my first tackle box
I am the one who filled it as he gave me tackle
He is the one who put up with me through all my mistakes
I am the one who was clueless of my wrong doings
He is the one that I will never forget
He is the one that will always be with me
He is my grandfather
I am his grandson
I am interested in reading about similar relationships others have in their own lives. Anyone willing to share?
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