Oil paintings illustrate this paperback book about a grandpa (my dad, who died from cancer when he was 37 and I was 16 — long before my son was born) who watches over his grandson (my son, who is now 18) over the course of his life. See me paint the art, fast 1-hour sessions sped up for video.
The baby sleeps.
The toddler creeps.
Grandpa flutters by.
The child leaps.
One day, the boy was ill.
Grandpa smiled brighter still.
Spring, summer, winter and fall
Grandpa smiled through them all.
Grandpa’s smile was full of love
Sent from his home, up above.
The boy wondered what they’d say,
When the two will meet one day.
Until then, the boy had much to do.
He lived his life. He grew and grew.
But he was never alone, for he always knew
That he loved Grandpa
And Grandpa loved him too!