In Grandpa’s jacket, a refuge,
A garment of comfort, a shield.
Beyond the threads and the fabric’s embrace,
Lies a tale of protection.
Grandpa’s stories, the chapters,
Tales of the Radiation Department.
Wells Beach memories, waves crashing,
In Worcester’s embrace, a youth wild.
Burgaw, North Carolina, where love grew,
Thelma and Kent, a timeless romance.
A promise left lingering, a sweet refrain,
A record player’s song plays to this day.
As I don Grandpa’s jacket, worn and wise,
I feel his presence, a comfort.
A shield from life’s battles, a haven,
In the warmth of his love, I find my retreat.
Under Grandpa’s jacket, I stand,
Wrapped in his stories.
A legacy cherished in not just fabric,
Grandpa’s jacket, forever I adore.
