An ode to my grandfather

Sitting cross-legged on the floor,
Gazing up in adoration,
I could not wait to hear more,
I hang on your every word.

You tell me all about your life,
It spills out like a cup over-filled,
I would sit there until the end of time,
If only you would let me.

Your have never been so animated,
One story leading to another,
Like the beading of a bracelet,
Eager to tell all before it's too late.

Nothing has ever meant more to me,
Than being there with you,
That side of you that's rarely seen,
Comes alive when encouraged.

You shared with me your memories,
Your knowledge and your struggles,
You wanted me to learn from your mistakes,
So that I would never have to endure the things you did.

We talked and talked,
Until the sunset created shadows
and our tea went cold again.
Then you smiled at me and said
'There endeth your first lesson'.

I can't wait for the next one.