Three reasons why I loved you–it could be four or five;
Your patience and your helpfulness, when you were alive,
I knew that I could count on you to always go along
to grocery stores or visit friends or help me sing a song.
You loved my kids just as if they were your kinfolk too,
My sister’s three called you Uncle Bob; I think they always knew
though not by blood, you always cared with a love that’s true,
My grandkids called you grandpa and loved you through and through.
So, for the love you shared with them, we shared that love together,
They grieved for you when you had passed, and I could not know whether
to tell the truth or tell a lie, when I had gone unfettered
to our favorite place on earth, and scattered ashes there.
Far be it for me to know the path that your soul has taken,
I like to think your soul has gone but somewhere has awakened;
You left behind these traces of you, for which my heart is breaking–
a library and a secret garden, and the promise you’ll be waiting.
Sandra Lee Smith
For Bob, September 22, 2011
originally posted January, 2015
updated July 14, 2018