A Poem For Gramp Nov. 11, 2008 You cradled my heart, but challenged my mind. I loved your stories and cherished our time. What I would give, to have just one more day. But, even then, I would want you to stay. The smell of your pipe, the sound of your laughter. These are the senses I still have here after. Though they seem petty, these things mean a lot. For this is all I have left, along with what you have taught. Thanks Gramp