Stacie Sewell
In Memory of DALE KINSEY Happy Birthday, Dad & Grandpa �My Memories of Grandpa� My grandfather, an honest man, who was always true He got his joys from the simple pleasures Like how his garden grew. I remember listening to his stories His past adventures & longing dreams I remember the sweet sadness in his eyes They were as blue as the coldest streams. I hate that I had to see you go, We won't share any more summers Watching that garden grow I wished that you would never leave I hate the sadness of having to grieve. But I look out on a starry night And see an angel start to take flight I'll rest assured, knowing that you've moved on For now you are with God But your spirit still lives on. By Stacie Sewell