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,

my grandfather,

who ate beans, burned and cold.



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