Graham

This is a poem for Graham,

(He won’t care two “hoots about this poem until he is thirty years old, or older, but one day, and “Yes, Graham this is part of the poem, in case you were wondering, at forty years old or older, this is part of the poem),

A man so strong, I am!

I ask a question now,

The process and the how,

Mercurial; I know,

My temperature can blow,

But, in control I’m grand,

For all I understand,

Your buttons I will touch,

For “this”, and “that”, and “such”,

Equations will devolve,

Now Graham can finally solve,

The hardest part to see,

Is other men like me,

We all will see a way,

Now business is our play,

Important in my life,

My children, and my wife,

And, God and Christ above,

Surrounded by their love!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 14, 2014

P.S.  Grandson, I love you more than words can ever express.  There is no way that I could ever know the measure of a man that is you.  I have known you since you were an infant.  I know you way better than most know you, minus of course your parents.  I love you!  Point and period, as they say.  Love, Grandpa Paulson