The Dear, Dear Photograph
Poem written by Andrew Rowell.
I hold the dear, dear photograph,
Fighting back some tears,
Of my grandpa, holding a tinier me
Way back thirteen years.
I grow the slightest bit angry
Because I was born too late
And just got to spend a mem'ryless year,
With a man who was so great.
And oh, how selfish I have been,
Thinking only of me.
My dad knew and loved this great, great man
Before grandpa was sent to He.
But God has granted me my wish,
Of a single memory with him,
Looking at pictures in a picture book,
But then, the memory grows dim.
Yet every time I hold the photo,
And think of how his light so shone,
I realize I'll meet him in a happier place
The greatest man I'd never known.
Written in memory of my grandfather, Elder J. A. Rowell, Jr.