A tall imposing figure in white dress
A gentle face formed with white curly hair
This is my first memory of him
On his unsteady feet
He guided me thro’ my first steps
Tickled me pink with his shaking hands
Till I shrieked with joy
He played all silly games with me,
His youngest grandchild
His old, nearly blind eyes twinkling with joy
As I scampered around his outstretched hands
A strict and sometimes stern father he was
He could have ruled the house like
an overpowering patriarch
Yet he chose to be a gentle guiding light
To us, his grandchildren
A tall, imposing figure in white dress
He now benignly looks at me from the
framed photograph
This is my everlasting memory of him.
