Grandpa
His wrinkled face barely smiled,
with the red and white flag behind him,
he feels proud, although he doesn’t show it,
Behind his eyes I knew what he was thinking,
He was glad to be home.
His black and green uniform fit him perfectly,
and his medals shone in the sunlight,
His hair was short and practical non-existent,
under his black beret,
he wore a single black leather shoe,
and thick rimmed glasses,
as he stood beside my beautiful grandmother,
with my father in her hands.
His children stood about him,
smiling gleefully up at the camera,
and I stared at this man,
whom I had never known,
and I was proud to say,
he was my grandfather.
