My dad’s dad, “CV” died when I was in 8th grade, back in 1972, but the memories of time spent at his lake cabin in the summer, are still vivid and visceral. He took me fishing, told stories after dinner, even took me out to the garbage pit to burn the trash! Simple, unheralded moments, forever treasured, thanks for capturing that here!
My dad’s dad, “CV” died when I was in 8th grade, back in 1972, but the memories of time spent at his lake cabin in the summer, are still vivid and visceral. He took me fishing, told stories after dinner, even took me out to the garbage pit to burn the trash! Simple, unheralded moments, forever treasured, thanks for capturing that here!
Those sound like great memories, Chuck. Thank you for sharing them!
You can always tell when someone is digging deep enough to hurt. That's the good stuff. Love this one.
Thank you, Johnny!
Thank you for sharing this thoughtful poem! It serves a poignant reminder of the value in a simple life.
Thank you! I appreciate that reflection. The simple life does seem to be underestimated.
That was very moving. Thank you for sharing it with us.