A House, That Held You

When I step through that door I thought you'd be behind it to scare me Or to see you sitting you in your big comfy chair When I walked into the kitchen I thought I'd see the cookie jar filled Or see your beer in the fridge When I looked in your room I thought I'd jump on your bed Or ask you about yournick-knackson your dresser But now When I step through that door I tear up I see the chair empty And hear nothing When I walked though the kitchen There were no cookies in the jar There was no beer for me to bring you When I walked in your room I sat on your bed Barely moving I looked at your dresser wondering What's that there for? I never heard an answer And when I close the door I'm not saying good-bye To the man that helped raise me I'm crying remembering That you always were behind the door That that chair was yours That the kitchen was filled, with cookies and beer That your room had a bed That I would jump on And would ask questions And you would respond I am remembering a house full of memories Memories that were all about you A man that I will always remember as A scare A chair A cookie A beer A bed A mentor A room in a house where you took care of me Another poem for my Grandpa.