Gramps Took Us to Paris by Fredrich MohreGramps took us to Paris;
With him, it was a thrill.
But we really never left the farm,
On that barren dirt poor hill.
Wed climb atop the Effel Tower,
Pick flowers at Versailles,
Saw master paintings in the Louvre,
The bright Parisian sky.
He walked us thru the Triumphs Arch,
We toured Napoleons Tomb.
Then we boated on the Seine;
Oh, how his voice lit up the room.
With Gramps, we traveled oer the globe,
Took in the ancient sites.
We did the things that rich folks done,
On poor folk family nights.
We were the first to open up
The treasures of King Tut.
Gramps knew how to perk us up,
When we kids were in a rut.
We scaled the peak of Cheops tomb,
Saw Cairo thru the haze.
Got lost deep in the Kasbah,
And wandered in it's maze.
The last words that I heard him say
While I sat on his knee,
Next week we'll trek to Angkor Wat.
But that was never meant to be.
As he slept the sleep of innocence,
And Angel came to call,
Inviting gramps to go with him,
On the greatest trip of all.
Now sits an empty rocking chair,
And things gramps left behind.
His dark specs, an old white cane;
You see, our Gramps was blind.
He'd never seen our loving smiles,
Nor saw the light of day.
But in his mind, he took us to
Those worlds, so far away.
Well, I grew up and drifted off,
And toured the world to see.
Every place I went from there,
I felt Gramps next to me.
We climbed atop the Tour d'Effel,
And boated on the Seine.
We walked the stones of Bethlehem,
And London in the rain.
We toured the Catacombs of Rome,
Vienna and its charm.
Every step, I've felt him there,
His hand, firm on my arm.
He awed at Rembrandt's masterpiece.
At "Tosca", how he cries.
Hes thrown away his specs and cane;
For I've become his eyes.
03/14/2005 Posted on 03/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Fredrich Mohre
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/15/05 at 10:25 PM Another good poem Fred, I enjoyed the read...Charlie |
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 03/22/05 at 03:00 PM This is a most perfect wonderful poem! I had goosebumps while reading it...now I don't know if that is a true story or not...and I would love to! |
Posted by Amanda L Marron on 03/23/05 at 08:08 AM You are an amazing writer and I can see how all the people at Barnes and Noble went silent when you recited both your poems. |
Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/15/05 at 04:51 PM i'm deeply touched by this one. I can't find the words. Thank you Fred! |
Posted by Mike Loftis on 03/24/08 at 02:04 PM Bravo. You get a standing ovation for this one. |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 03/24/08 at 03:00 PM This is a beautiful and moving piece of work. Congratulations on POTD; it was a wonderful choice! |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/24/08 at 08:45 PM Congratulations on poem of the day Fred. Well
deserved......CharMin |
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 03/28/08 at 06:35 AM Ah, Frederick. This one is as beautiful as the smell of home brew and as smooth as goat lips! Well-deserved POTD. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/12/10 at 11:59 PM I don't know how I missed this, but am happy to have found it. The rhyme is steady and strong, the theme is touching and revealing of this man and his family. Thank you. |
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