Papa Truman

I've never really known someone,

So comfortable within their skin;

You have a knack for having fun,

I'm so lucky we are kin.

Your eyes have always twinkled,

Your mischief shines right through;

And though in time we wrinkle,

That twinkle still is you.

From dances at the Casino,

Or hauling water from the spring;

From Banana parties and lots of snow,

We never knew what joys you'd bring.

In Cowboy hat or Santa's clothes,

Before or after your tattoo;

The love we have for you just grows,

Your sincerity shines through.

You've been our ray of sunshine,

And rock to lean upon;

Don't you think for a moment,

We don't cherish what you've done.

You have quietly supported,

Your grandchildren's many ventures;

Their dreams might have been aborted,

Without your good intentions.

You never say a word,

 About the good you do;

But there is a little bird,

That sings praises just for you.

That twinkle that we see,

Comes from deep inside of you;

And it can only be,

Your "Goodness" shining through!

  

                                                                                       Lynn 2005