| The Dear, Dear Photograph |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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I hold the dear, dear photograph, Fighting back some tears, Of my grandpa, holding a tinier me Way back thirteen years. I grow the slightest bit angry Because I was born too late And just got to spend a mem'ryless year, With a man who was so great. And oh, how selfish I have been, Thinking only of me. My dad knew and loved this great, great man Before grandpa was sent to He. But God has granted me my wish, Of a single memory with him, Looking at pictures in a picture book, But then, the memory grows dim. Yet every time I hold the photo, And think of how his light so shone, I realize I'll meet him in a happier place The greatest man I'd never known. Written in memory of my grandfather, Elder J. A. Rowell, Jr. |
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