Memories

Even the smell of gasoline is enough To send my mind reeling. Back in time, My grandpa was a man of few words, And many trades. Family always came first, And at my young age I thought my sister and I were his favorite. Sat right beside him as he did some odd job. Teaching us anything about everything Cars, wiring, why Dodge is the best. We mindlessly listened As he rambled on. Now years later, I have to keep myself from laughing. At his pointless spark plug collection, How he handmade anything he could, And his hoarding of the most random things. Everything I touch has a story behind Each one brings about a different memory.