Redman, Coffee, and Oatmeal Pies

Everytime I close my eyes,
I can see you and your oatmeal pies.
You loved them with your morning, mid-day, and evening coffee.
You would eat them while watching Obama, Osama, and Moammar Gadhafi.
CNN, was your favorite station to get the news,
And in the winter, you'd be eating one of Maw's famous stews.
The holidays wont ever be the same,
But I'll always remember you and I watching John Wayne.
You never once called me Sheena, it was always simply ''Bug''
And one thing you taught me was to eat my grits and never drink straight outta the buttermilk jug.
And even though, I liked neither, I never complained
because you taught me that too, and you could always keep me entertained.
You told the best childhood stories and hunting tales.
You was one of the greatest hunters I knew and taught me how to follow the blood trails.
I remember when I was little and I tried your Redman
I wanted to be just like you and spit in a can.
Redman, coffee, and oatmeal pies, on earth, it was just a few of your favorite things
but now your up in heaven playing God the most beautiful music on harp strings.
Your family was your pride and joy and you loved us all with all you had.
You was a great husband, brother, dad, and uncle, but most of all my grand''dad''.


You was the best man I have ever met and I will miss you my beloved paw... Rest in Peace
9/11/11