I still have fond memories. of my years on the farm. My grandpa walking tall, with me in his arms. Oh I still remember me, in my little black rubber boots. Following that tall man, with the big loud voice. I remember his smile, it seemed as big as could be. I watched as he chopped wood, and cut down the trees. He tended his farm, with so much love and hard work. Potatoes farmers we were, in them Nellie Lake fields. Plowing, planting and hoeing in them hills. The little girl in the black rubber boots helped her grandpa, with their few cows, chickens and strawberry patches, a few dogs and kittens. Sitting on his knee on the tractor she would ride, her little heart filled with so much pride. Oh that little girl in the black rubber boots, loved her grandpa dearly, and followed his roots. But now the little girl in the black rubber boots, is very sad to say. Her wonderful loving grandpa, has passed away. She misses him more with each passing day. She still lives with the fond memories of that big strong man today. Still wondering if he is up there, tending his fields and watching the little girl, as she follows his big black rubber boots today. Dedicated to my Grandpa Edwin McQuoid (1900 – 1977) |
Sadly missed, but will never be forgotten The big strong man that made my family roots Your granddaughter, Brenda (McQuoid) Randall 2 |
He's proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong, A granddad can be patient and helpful and strong In all that you do, a granddad's love plays a part. There's always a place for him deep in your heart. And each year that passes, you're even more glad, More grateful and proud just to call him your granddad! |
Grandpa and the Little Girl in the Black Rubber Boots |
_________________________________________ Klaas Tuinman M.A. Life Self-Empowerment Facilitation at Dawn Cove Abbey Comments and Questions are welcomed |