I eat these baked beans
and think about my grandfather
who ate them burned and cold.
Anything my grandma prepared –
He enjoyed with great gusto
just the way he enjoyed the out-of-doors,
the swims in cold lakes,
the picnics bathed in summer sunshine,
the sled rides under winter’s cold moonbeams.
He enjoyed his granddaughters, too,
and a dog lying near the hearth,
and rides on the Ferris wheel at Dorney Park.
He had an insatiable appetite for life,
who ate beans, burned and cold.