In the quiet dawn, where memories rise, Pop-pop, your shadow lingers, wise, A haven you offered, amidst life's storm, A place to rest, secure and warm. By rivers edge, where silence speaks, You taught me fishing's gentle peaks; The tug of line, the patience learned, In every catch, a lesson earned. On roads that stretched to skies so wide, Our trips were journeys side by side, With every mile and every game, You sparked my heart with joy and flame. A firm hand kept my mischief in check, Yet kindness wrapped around my neck; Your stories carved life’s jagged way, Guided me in work and play. On sunlit fields, where baseball sang, Or birthday songs with youthful twang, Your laughter was the guiding star, A beacon near, though now so far. In grass we cut and tools we used, In every task, my mind imbued; Now in your absence, lessons bloom, Pop-pop, your spirit fills the room. Forever cherished, memories dear, Though you’ve gone, you are so near, In quiet moments, whispers of you, In all I am, and all I do.