Grandpa’s Boots Poem by Marilyn Lott

Many of my ancestors were buried
In a churchyard in Illinois in 1842
A reunion is held each and every year
With a drive down grandpa’s road too

The study of genealogy has led me to
Many wonderful far off places
Meeting hundreds of interesting people
Of course some I have only found traces

Beautiful and ancient cemeteries
Are where many names are found
And lovely fascinating relatives
I’m so glad are still around

For we all have ties that bind us
Family that means so much
And it’s so amazing and exciting
To discover that ‘personal’ touch

But there is one person, I have to say
Who was a ‘big man’ always to me
He was big in so many ways
For he was my Grandpa, you see

Grandpa started out every day
With a ‘stick to your ribs’ breakfast
Some things he felt you just did
Without a lot of unnecessary fuss

Ah yes, I learned so much about family
From that large and loving man
And I’ll keep learning more and more
As my genealogy notes expand

For you cannot learn too much
About your family and its roots
I’ll never forget my grandpa
I’d feel lucky to fill his boots!