In memory of one of the best men to walk this planet – my grandpa, John Moore.
For all of my days, you were right there,
Leading the way with such tender care.
I looked to you; I needed you so
You were right there to watch me grow.
Your hands – they were strong; they fought many wars.
Your battle was long, but you stayed the course.
The unwavering rock, never changing and strong,
Your life story played out like a beautiful song.
You were so many things to so many, like me,
But like a beautiful bird, you had to be free.
So now letting you go and moving on without you
Is a part of my life, and the hardest thing to do.
Still, your stories I hear and your face I can see.
You are not gone at all, because you live on in me.
7-27-29 – 9-16-21