To The Grandfather I Never Knew Poem by Randy Briggs

Father of
my father,
I never got to
know.
Passed away while I
was an infant,
many years ago.
Though one memory
I have of you
will never pass away.
Playing with grandmother's
door beads,
my mother yelled
'stop' whilst you
replied
'let them play, they are
only babies'.
I remember this,
one memory,
my only.
How tragic a
loss to never get
to know my own flesh and
blood.
One day maybe
we will pass each other on
eternity's great path,
and continue walking
into the unknown.