I Love November

My Grandpa Edwards was born in November, and so was I. We had that. I miss him every time I think about the fact that no one can buy me cordial cherries, and have it mean the same as when he did. He hid a dollar under the bottom row, and he ate the first cherry, EVERY TIME. This is a little girl's poem to my Grandpa's memory. Intended to be sweet and without much fuss. ********************************************************** A Man I Know and Knew

 I knew a man who had one leg 

He had one leg to stand on

 He had two arms, this man I knew 

A chest that his heart could pound on

 He had a head with white ringed hair

 Hair from ear to ear

 No hair on the very top 

His eyes were crystal clear

What a nose! 

It stood out so 

His mouth was just as large

 His teeth he bought, he had two sets 

He rode in Daddy’s car 

This man I knew went away 

Away to be with Jesus 

So far away – I can’t be close 

One day I’ll hold them both

 I know a man who has two legs 

He has two arms just waiting 

Waiting for me to meet him where

 

His chest and heart are heaving

 He has a head of hair I’m sure 

With ears that still stick out

 His nose is sure to be as big 

As big as it ever was 

 I know a man whose teeth are real 

Who never rides in cars 

I know a man whose prayers I feel

 I love you so, Grandpa. 

 Ernest Rivers Edwards November 19, 1890 – July 5, 1982