My Grandpa 'Doc's' Funeral Poem by Scott Martin

When you look back over your life, at the people whom you meet,
Sometimes the most special ones, live just across the street.
And so was the case for me, growing up on Sunrise Lane,
And running across the road, no matter if it rained.

To be so close to the ones, who love you oh so much,
And when you got a hug from them, you felt it in their touch.
Oh those days across the street, the fun that we shared,
To be with my dad’s mom & dad, they showed how much they cared.

And now I see you Grandpa, and I think about those days,
And all the fun we had, in oh so many ways.
To riding in the gas truck, you pulling out your chew,
And saying “don’t tell grandma”, but we both truly knew.

That I was going to tell her, no matter what you said,
Because I’d knew we’d laugh, and our faces they’d turn red,
Then you say, “Now Sottie, I told you not to tell”,
But you knew I was going to, you knew it all too well.

Or when I walked around the car, and water splashed my face,
And grandpa stood there with the hose, and laughing in his place.
And telling me with a smile, 'Sottie, I didn't see you there',
And Uncle Shorty laughing, his head bobbing without the hair.

The trips to the Martin reunion, you pointing out the sites,
Talking of the old days, and the miles you had to hike.
And how the dogs came in the house, and ate your mother's bread,
How your brothers taught Jack to swim, just throw him in, he'll learn to tread.

And all the stories about your goats, and riding monkey’s in the trees,
You always had me laughing, my pants I thought I’d pee.
How fun was playing horseshoes, when we’d throw the shoe your way,
And your hat would be on sideways, as you Dosey Doe away.

You taught me so much Grandpa, they are things I do today,
And when I do them think of you, in that special way.
Like how to mow your yard, a different direction than the last,
And how to disconnect the spark plug, when cleaning out the grass.

Grandpa I remember the stories, you would tell about your kids,
How much you loved each of them, and everything they did.
From Punchie and his carriage, taking you and ma around,
And all the help he provided you, on the cemetery ground.

How Dick would stop by after work, it seemed like every day,
To check on you and grandma, then he’d mosey on his way.
And Donna Sue, the only daughter, of this group of four,
“That girls a worker now”, out your mouth would pour.
And always talk about my dad, the oldest one of all,
“You know he scored a touchdown, the first time he touched the ball.”

I’ll always think about you grandpa, how special you were to me,
And someday become granddad, and hope like you I’ll be.
For today is such a tough day, cause it’s always hard to part,
But I will never forget you Grandpa, you will always be in my Heart.

But soon before you know it, our paths will cross again,
Because of the One, who died for all our sins.
And we can join together, and sing “I Saw the Light”,
And we will never part again, for the Bible has it right.