Papa Joe Poem by joe hirsch

I remember being a boy no greater than elleven as I saw my grandpa suffer from cancer. He was a honorable solider and family man. One October night he met the lord. I remember the twenty one guns and the sound of soldiers marching in the distance on the crisp autumn morning. As we said good bye, He head for the light and the wind blew taking his soul to the heavenly hills. The soldier’s footsteps fading out softly and the drummer placed his last tune.as I knelt beside his grave and asked him the question of life. He smiled and a feeling of nostalgia came over me. I have never felt something great than peace and as I knelt there I talking to him. I said life is funny thing how the years pass by and we get little old, a little wiser and we grow inside. He smiled at me from the heavens and said that’s my boy. We the tale of time, we are two wise man that sit upon the hill to converse about the ages and the times of toil my grandpa said. As I stood there listing to wind and see the smiling faces I knew he was in peace. Though the years have gone by and the soul tells a story. You never forget life greatest treasures and how you cherish them for even s amen.