The Grandfather he Could Have Been


 He could have knelt on ageing knees,

To tie small shoes with patient ease.

His laughter warm; a steady sound,

In simple joys the days could’ve been found.


He could’ve snuck them sweets when backs were turned,

And shared the truths that life had learned.

Pointed out the stars in velvet skies,

With wonder living in his eyes.


He could have been the quiet chair,

A calm, dependable presence there.

A strength that never needed show,

Just love that stayed; love that could grow.


I see him in the way they smile,

In echoes reaching through the while.

A grandfather he never became,

Yet felt so real all just the same.


He lives within the love he missed,

In moments time could not enlist.

The grandfather my dad might’ve been,

Still walks beside us, just unseen.


©️ Wonderland Wanderess 2026

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