The painting you painted for me, and for my siblings, is unlike any other work you’ve ever done.
Different from your other pieces, which are so precise, relentlessly realistic, this painting is full of broad brush strokes, composed of love and light. The painting captures essence and exact truths fall away. Because when I look at this painting a C+ is an A+, a failure is a learning moment, and no matter what I say or do, I can do no wrong.
That’s a very special work of art to have.
This painting you painted for me reflects your humor, and just the sight of it makes me smile. And if this painting depicted you, it would capture your laugh, the endearing way your eyes creased when you told a joke, and the way you beamed when surrounded by family.
This painting began when I was born and grew into something magnificent, a mural expanding over the 28 years I’ve been alive. And no matter where I was or what I went through, when I looked up, this painting was there.
This painting you painted for me. In your humbleness you’d say it’s worth nothing but it’s the lens through which I see the world. And because of this painting, everything I see is colored by your kindness and your light.
8 thoughts on “A poem for my grandfather”
So very sweet, Sara.
I’m sorry for your loss.
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Thanks so much, Scott.
Sara this is so beautifully written–what a wonderful tribute
Thank you, Grace!
Some people who possess a beautiful painting store
it in their own private dwelling place to be viewed by a select few.
You instead have chosen to place the painting that was your grandfather
on display for all to view and share in the wonder of such a loving and cherished
man. May we all aspire to emulate his loving ways in our own relationships.
Papa, this comment means so much. Love you.
Decided to come visit this poem today. Thank you for sharing with us. Your words are truly special. Love you and Grandpa. ❤
Thank you Zac, that means so much. Love you!