“How did you score, remind me once more?
That try yesterday, oh what a play!”

Memorie's fading; not what it used to be,
Though I have little sparks, that show I’m still me.

Those moments without cloud, where sun shines through,
That helps me, your Grandpa, connect with you.

For I was once young and full of energy,
Confined to this chair; do not pity me.

As a young man, I served soaring high,
Playing at Twickers and scoring tries.

Rekindled love post service; we were to marry,
Balancing books at the family dairy.

Together once more, Betty and Stan,
Soon to become a family man.

Two daughters, three sons: that was our lot,
By Beech and Sea we found our plots.

As family grew, so did the noise,
With a disproportionate number of boys!

As my mind greatly slowed in those older years,
Words on my lips would fast disappear.

When I passed, you suffered dearly within,
But you must remember all of your kin.

They will be there for you when times get dark,
And bring back to life your joyful spark.

Forget not who you are, and where you’ve come from,
For you have a duty to be a Plumb.