Both of my late grandfathers had May birthdays, and I am particularly fond of May birthdays, as some might know.
With one of these birthdays upon us today. I decided to honor them both.
They were both kind, patient and good men, and parts of them make me who I am today.
And for that I am truly grateful.
A Southern Gent
An inventive sort, this Southern gent.
Able to fix anything thrown his way.
An understated man, only said what he meant.
Quietly observing the day.
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Happy to let the spotlight shine,
On his wife, for a fuss he thought quite the bore.
Calming the waters throughout their life,
A loving man, with patience galore.
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And a Northern Gent 
The grandfather I never knew,
Walked softly, kind and tall.
To his girls, forever true,
His heartfelt words touched them all.
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His love letters made his true love blush,
Funny, sentimental and smart,
He lives on in us,
His wit, all a part.
What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word Grandfather?
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