Friday, May 10, 2013

"...but Lord I have it all"

Listening to songs tonight before I head off to bed. A song by SHEdaisy hit a spot within me. It brought back memories of my Grandpa. "He's a Hero" by SHEdaisy. You see, my Grandpa is the man that 1 day long ago I wrote a paper about. A paper I was to write about MY hero. My hero was, and is my Grandpa. He's the man who taught me so much, the man who stood beside me when I needed someone right there and my Daddy was jus to far away. I know my Grandpa still stands beside me, I can feel him when I need him most jus like always. I miss my Grandpa dearly and as the 1yr anniversary of his death approaches I remember him with happiness. I don't remember those last days, but the days filled with love and laughter of my childhood. The days spent planting fruit trees and garden vegetables. The days spent cutting the grass together, the days spent playing on the swing set and in the teepee of old swing set poles and canvas. These are the memories that come flooding back to me when I hear the song "He's a Hero" He wasn't in any wars, but he fought the battles of a farmer. He always taught me to look for the good in all bad. The Apple Blossoms will be blooming soon...I know I'll be looking for them and enjoying them with my Grandpa like I use to back in the day..."When you see the Apple Blossoms, think of me" were the last words he said to me...

He's a young man
In his golden years
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray
The limp as he walks
Is his only souvenir
From those purple-hearted, war time days
But you don't hear him complain
No matter how the fall
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
But Lord, I have it all

He's a hero
In my mother's eyes
He taught her how to raise me right
And never compromise
He always says he has
The finer things in life
Somewhere to live, someone to love
And the Good Book to live by
Some say his heart is big
Although his fortune's small
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
But Lord, I have it all

A Rembrandt in his own right
A master at his craft
Creating something beautiful
A memory that will last
And always last

He's the constant
In our family
Beginning this long line of love with care
And even when he's gone
He'll watch over me
When I close my eyes at night, I feel him there

Wear my name well, my child
Be true and stand tall
You don't have a lot, he'd always say
But Lord you have it all

You don't have a lot, he'd always say
But thank the Lord, you have it all

Hero in my mother's eyes

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