Shamrock Cowboy

He was a cowboy,

A cowboy with red and blue sirens

he stopped crime,

He was a cowboy man

He was born with a shamrock in his hand and

He went on to grow several clovers,

His family,

A lovely wife and 3 beautiful children,

They carried

The light at the end of his rainbow,

He found that pot of gold and let God sew

Angel wings onto his shoulder blades,

And he flew off.

A man was taken from this earth March 11th 9:30 pm, and he meant so much to so many.

A man with burly strength and tall stance would take us on tractor rides on the dirt paved road,

A man

with a white beard to his name let us poke at his bunnies and feed them green grass leaves,

A man who held me with callused hands listed off artists as we ventured through his old cds,

The man that he was is loved and missed dearly by every daughter,

every son

every grandchild,

and a wife

And there are more of course;

He was a widely loved cowboy

A well known man, being looked at upon the sky,

We try to see past the clouds, but just can't grasp the sight of his eyes.

Rest easy Gramps, we love and miss you dearly.

I will always remember you holding me on your tractor, and showing us your elevator you made.

I will never forget about that time we were at the flea market,

And you let me hold a gun,

Small and teal in color on the handle,

And I was small as well so my immediate reaction was to

Pull the trigger,

Immediately you yanked it from my little fingers

And informed me of how dangerous that was,

“Thank God there was no ammo,”

You told me, and I felt a slight giggle escape from my lips because

My grandfather cocked his attention towards me

And fired away with facts on guns and the

Precaution I need to take next time.

His cowboy could not have shined brighter

That day, and I am ever grateful for it.

That last hug in the hospital I will cherish forever.

The softness of his bloated belly choked me up

And his shaky hands and voice made my eyes start watering because he couldn't wear his boots anymore,

His hat started collecting dust and his

Barn stayed dark and gloomy

Almost like it was dying with him,

I remember last time I saw him

He was sleeping so peacefully,

I remember looking at him and feeling a sense of

Rest from his droopy jaw.

You see this cowboy was met with a disease but

He will never be forgotten,

For he was a shamrock cowboy

Skilled with his hands

And strong in his heart.

🙏💚💓🍀

Shamrock Cowboy and I walking down the street

#reading #writing #loss