My Pop he was my mother’s dad
In life he gave it all he had,
My Pop he was so ever sweet
He was a favorite on the street.
“Hey George” they’d call with hearty voice
“What’s new today, what is our choice ?”
He knew that they would come to eat
He’d nod his head and tap his feet.
He’d do a jig to make them smile
Still taking orders all the while,
He swept that sidewalk every morn
And worked that store from early dawn.
My Nana she came in at noon
It seemed that never was too soon
And after lunch was almost through
He made the bank by half-past two
He never was a minute late
And walked with happy spritely gait !
One little man in woolen cap
He’d head on home to take his nap.
When Nana died in sixty-two
We thought his storekeep time was through
It came as one complete surprise
He joined me in my enterprise !
Claire V. Bogdanos 