I was too young
to remember much,
A tiny little
kid.
He was a fisher
and a farmer,
Got by just
fine.
Not real rich,
not real poor.
He was tough.
He survived
a hurricane.
His boat was
intact,
Found on a
shore.
Some were
not as lucky,
Dying in the
struggle
Out on the
midnight waters.
He married
Anne Panko,
A Ukrainian
girl
And now my
grandmother.
She was a
good choice,
A lot like
him,
Not real rich,
not real poor.
He had three
kids,
Including
my mom.
Was strict
to a certain extent.
But loved
them so much,
He couldn't
let them go.
My grandfather
is now dead.
He died at
66, back in 1985,
When times
were good.