Incomparable youth in his eyes,

As he starts out with a voice so peaceful and deep,

That sly, cocky hint in his smile,

The stories he tells that lull you to sleep


He acted and taught and still paints and sings,

Cracking jokes and telling stories of his past,

Some for the summer and some for the spring

He always saves the best jokes for last,


Grandpa, tell me a story with terror and tears,

No, I'll tell you a story with smiles and laughter,

One that you'll pass on over the years,

One that you'll cherish and always remember


To my Grandpa, Jean-Pierre

Alice Bellan