“GRANDPA”
Let me tighten your brains, he would say,
I’ll give you a wallop, this way he would play.
Memories of a man, a dear and wise soul,
Italian all the way, left and went away some time ago.
A player of the cards, a trick or to win the game,
He worked in the shipyard, hard at it everyday.
Born in nineteen eighteen, Louis John Cordischi,
Remember with me, grandpa Louie,
He has a home in heaven, shared with loved ones today.
As I write these words of a man far away,
I see his face and his smile, his voice heard by me.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
What a great tribute! Sounds like a very special person!!
My condolences for you and your family’s loss of a man who means so much. ~nan
Thanks for reading
On Mon, Aug 29, 2016 at 2:54 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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My condolences, Keith. No one means quite so much in a child’s life, as a loving grandparent.
It was a while ago, but I think of him.
On Mon, Aug 29, 2016 at 6:30 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Great tribute
Thank you always
On Sun, Sep 4, 2016 at 10:46 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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