Walking with Grandpa

November 2005

I wrote this poem to commemorate my grandpa’s 90^th birthday. He has always enjoyed walking, and it has kept him in shape and much younger than his age. He is truly a man of God, and I can’t even begin to express how much I admire him. Except for his insistence on using a typewriter instead of a computer, I want to be like him when I grow up. :-)

On we walked
My grandpa and me
Under the brilliant Philippine sun
We were walking to school
An excited little boy and his loving grandfather

On we ran
My grandpa, dad, brother and me
Under an unusually strong Seattle rain
Down the sidewalk from the basketball arena
We piled into the car, soaked.

On Grandpa walked
As we tried to keep up
Through the busy streets of Hong Kong
Grandpa at his normal walking pace
And us younger folks nearly running

On Grandpa walks
Around the block, around the mall, and through life
Leading the way, shining his light
A brilliant example of a life well lived
For his children and for God