Poem about our Grandpa
Written by my Cousin Bill.
The Grand Enigma
In the days of eloquence portrayed, when the Grand Enigmaâ€™s yarns parlayed
and held my fascination then; as much as nowâ€¦ and then again.
Whether tales of wars, thoughts and creeds, or those of tight knit families;
my ears would open, my mind absorb the special impact of his lore.
To hear it told was magic then; now the silence starves me deep within.
â€˜Twere also times conjointly spent building retrospections that canâ€™t be lent
to help you understand The Man. So many queries have I on hand.
The Originator of The Man had left no footsteps; the void within.
The Grand Enigmaâ€™s knowledge of the consanguine â€“ our great unknown.
The ache perceived within his heart, though surely great, heâ€™ll not impart.
In his vesper years of evensong, his tales have ceased â€“ now passed along
this fervent reflex thus assumed. The torch bequeathedâ€¦ epoch anew.